![]() And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch, A blind man battering blind men. |
![]() Never to have drawn the breath of life, never to have looked into the eye of day; The second best's a gay goodnight and quickly turn away. |
![]() And yet, and yet, Is this my dream, or the truth? |
![]() Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call. |
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![]() Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; |
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