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 THE SONG OF MELANCHOLY 439

Along hammocks of roses,

At every step, until they sink,

Sink down, pale, down into the night

Thus I once fell downwards,

Out of mine insanity of truth,

Out of my longing of the day,

Weary of the day, sick from the light,

Fell, downwards, towards the night, towards the

shadow,

Burnt by, and thirsty for One truth.

Rememberest thou, rememberest thou, hot heart, How then thou thirstedst ?

In order to be excluded

From all truth!

Only a fool! Only a poet ! ' "

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