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 "God knows how far I might have gone Or what there might have been to see; But my speed had a sudden end, And here you have the end of me."

The end or not, it may be now But little farther from the truth To say those worn satiric eyes Had something of immortal youth.

He may among the millions here Be one; or he may, quite as well, Be gone to find again the Tree Of Knowledge, out of which he fell.

He may be near us, dreaming yet Of unrepented rouge and coral; Or in a grave without a name May be as far off as a moral.