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"Our life is no dreaht to becoround, which is ate,

I knocke with my staf; erlich and late,

And say to hire, Levefrom such a state of ideal bliss, into the world of shadohich again closed around and infolded me, my first dread was, not

unnaturally, that ain, and that my torture

had co This, indeed,

seemed to correspond to e think death is, before we die Yet I

felt within me a power of caler For, in truth, that I should be able if only to think such

things as I had been thinking, was an unspeakable delight An hour of

such peace h

I found , before

sunrise Over me rose the summer heaven, expectant of the sun The

clouds already saw hi from afar; and soon every dewdrop would

rejoice in his individual presence within it

I lay motionless for a few minutes; and then slowly rose and looked

about me I was on the sue of mountains closed up the view upon that side But, to ht of the opposingshade There it lay,

long and large, dark and hty I turned aith a sick despair; when

lo! I beheld the sun just lifting his head above the eastern hill,

and the shadow that fell from me, lay only where his beams fell not I