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 Fearful of what was not there to be found

Should he go there to see. They might be dark,

But folly that made them so had kept them so,

Like an indulgent slayer who binds a wound

That he has washed wtihwith [sic] a lethargic poison,

And waits at ease with his malignity

For stagnant fury to accumulate

A mortal sloth within—and in so far

As that was in a manner merciful,

Though now it seemed there was to be an end

Of even that mercy. After a grateful darkness,

There was to be the pain of seeing too clearly

More than a man so willing to see nothing

Should have to see.

Still motionless, he lay there

Laboring to persuade a lying hope