| «Earth could not answer
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| Nor the seas that mourn
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| And the thoughtful soul
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| To solitude return»
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| «Up from earth’s centre through the seventh gate
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| I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate
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| And many knots unravel’d by the road
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| But not the knot of human death and fate»
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| «With Earth’s first clay They did the Last Man’s knead
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| And then of the Last Harvest sow’d the Seed:
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| Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
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| What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read»
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| With a new dawn, comes a new birth
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| From the first utterance to the final murmur
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| A day is slain, and a new dawn birthed
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| In night’s black majesty, is the new-born lain
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| The joy of one day, is the sorrow of the next
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| Arriving at the pain of the future past
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| Bringing to dust all mortal pride
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| Pitying the very lot of kings
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| We recall all despair borne of the last
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| A reflection of man’s pain so vast |