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UNREST
The desert, like a sea-floor vast,
Exultantly I saw;
Yet distant heights that pierced the blue,
Still troubled me with awe;
And when, turned from the mountains,
I passed beyond the brush
Where a sea-floor without weed or shell
Burns breathless in the hush,
There came mirage my sense to mock
With grasses sweet and lush.
Thirst, not as that for water,—
A thirst ne'er felt before,—
Parched gradual in the soul of me
Till I could bear no more;
Earth seemed to cry: "Now whither fly
From the dearth you struggled for?"
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Reluctant, slow returning
The common lot to share,
With a new and strange emotion—
Half longing, half despair,
I said: "For man is no escape:
Here bides the Law, as there!"
