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Voices. Here falls no light of sun nor stars;
 * No stir nor striving here intrudes;

No moan nor merrymaking mars
 * The quiet of these solitudes.

Submerged in sleep, the passive soul
 * Is one with all the things that seem;

Night blurs in one confusèd whole
 * Alike the dreamer and the dream.

O dwellers in the busy town!
 * For dreams you smile, for dreams you weep.

Come out, and lay your burdens down!
 * Come out; there is no God but Sleep.