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E not too wildly amorous of the far,
 * Nor lure thy fantasy to its utmost scope.

Read by a taper when the needling star
 * Burns red with menace in heaven's midnight cope.

Friendly thy body: guard its solitude.
 * Sure shelter is thy heart. It once had rest

Where founts miraculous thy lips endewed,
 * Yet nought loomed further than thy mother's breast.

O brave adventure! Ay, at danger slake
 * Thy thirst, lest life in thee should, sickening, quail;

But not toward nightmare goad a mind awake,
 * Nor to forbidden horizons bend thy sail—

Seductive outskirts whence in trance prolonged
 * Thy gaze, at stretch of what is sane-secure,

Dreams out on steeps by shapes demoniac thronged
 * And vales wherein alone the dead endure.