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Forgetfulness.
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No sorrow in that place may be,
The noise of life grows less and less:
As moss far down within the sea,
As, in white lily caves, a bee,
As life in a hazy reverie;
So the heart’s wave
In thy dim cave,
Hushes, Forgetfulness!
The noise of life grows less and less:
As moss far down within the sea,
As, in white lily caves, a bee,
As life in a hazy reverie;
So the heart’s wave
In thy dim cave,
Hushes, Forgetfulness!
Duty and care fade far away,
What toil may be we cannot guess:
As a ship anchored in a bay,
As a cloud at summer-noon astray,
As water-blooms in a breezeless day;
So, ‘neath thine eyes,
The full heart lies,
And dreams, Forgetfulness!
What toil may be we cannot guess:
As a ship anchored in a bay,
As a cloud at summer-noon astray,
As water-blooms in a breezeless day;
So, ‘neath thine eyes,
The full heart lies,
And dreams, Forgetfulness!