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AND were that best, Love, dreamless, endless sleep!
Gone all the fervor of the mortal day;
The daylight gone, and gone the starry ray!
And were that best, Love, rest serene and deep!
Gone labor and desire; no arduous steep
To climb, no songs to sing, no prayers to pray
No help for those who perish by the way,
No laughter'midst our tears, no tears to weep!
And were that best, Love, sleep with no sweet dream,
Nor memory of any thing in life
Stark death that neither help nor hurt can know!
Oh, rather, ILove, the sorrow-bringing gleam,
The living day's long agony and strife!
Rather strong love in pain- the waking woe!