No more for us the little sighing, No more the winds at twilight trouble us.
Lo the fair dead!
“This sentence have I left behind: An aching body, and a mind Not wholly clear, nor wholly blind, Too keen to rest, too weak to find, That travails sore, and brings forth wind, Are God’s worst portion to mankind.”
Matthew Arnold | “A Nameless Epitaph”
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