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ETERNITY

ETERNITY is a wind-blown husk
   And fools run after it;
And when a sand-storm brings the dusk,
   They call it the infinite.

On the surface — the surface — is Beauty found,
   And the surface of life goes deep;
For where it is lost in the underground,
   We sleep — we sleep — we sleep.

There is nothing else but the surface of life,
   Nor ever was nor will be!
— Except the sleep that endeth life;
   And may that fall gently on me!

Fall gently on me, and ere it fall,
   Let me once more pretend
That the one I love the most of all,
   Is with me at the end.

Let the wind-blown husk, eternity,
   Dance over infinite sand,
So the one I love come once to me,
   And give me her little hand!