It mocks indeed, it is not wholly dumb,
The insect's fiery wing; and, listening well
Against the margin of this tell-tale shell,
There wakes the memory of a distant hum.
The insect's fiery wing; and, listening well
Against the margin of this tell-tale shell,
There wakes the memory of a distant hum.
Drowse on, drowse on until I come again;
Or sleep, or sleep for ever, evermore;
We are like men who halt upon a shore,
Whose thoughts go forward and whose feet remain.
Or sleep, or sleep for ever, evermore;
We are like men who halt upon a shore,
Whose thoughts go forward and whose feet remain.
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