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[…] I see what's really always there:Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,Making all thought impossible but howAnd where and when I shall myself die. (4-7)
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. (1)
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. (2)
[…] the dreadOf dying, and being dead,Flashes afresh to hold and horrify. (8-10)
[…] the total emptiness of for ever,The sure extinction that we all travel toAnd shall be lost in always. Not to be here,Not to be anywhere,And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true. (16...
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