Elysium
Into the valley of Death am I come,
Into the asphodel meadow,
Where in the grass there is never a tomb,
Where there is rest and shadow!
All of the world is estranged to my eyes,
Scarce can I see you or hear you—
You that are far from my faint Paradise—
Though I am with you and near you.
All that I hoped for and all that I was,
Drops like a cloak from my shoulders,
Leaving the soul unencumbered to pass
Out of the ken of beholders.
Yea, in the valley of Death I awoke,
Pallid and strange as a vision.
All of my sorrow is vanished as smoke—
These are the valleys Elysian!
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