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VI
WHAT alters with my changing? Not José,
Content in little duties that he loves.
Not Marta's dimming eyes that stare away
Beyond the tranquil court, the circling doves.
Content in little duties that he loves.
Not Marta's dimming eyes that stare away
Beyond the tranquil court, the circling doves.
I, too, I float on peace, forget almost,
And then as drowning sight may pierce the sea
To find the sun a green and wavering ghost,
And shapes of earth distorted monstrously,—
And then as drowning sight may pierce the sea
To find the sun a green and wavering ghost,
And shapes of earth distorted monstrously,—
I see a mocking earth, a sun distraught,
I lose the buoying instant of relief
And sink again as wearying soul and thought
Drown in the sick amazement of my grief.
I lose the buoying instant of relief
And sink again as wearying soul and thought
Drown in the sick amazement of my grief.
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