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WEARINESS: 1 by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS

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First Line: THERE ARE GREY HOURS WHEN I DRINK OF INDIFFRENCE
Last Line: THE WORLD AS A CLOUD DRIFTS BY, OR I DRIFT BY AS A CLOUD.
Subject(s): WEARINESS; FATIGUE;
There are grey hours when I drink of indifference; all things fade
Into the grey of a twilight that covers my soul with its sky;
Scarcely I know that this shade is the world, or this burden is I;
And life, and art, and love, and death, are the shades of a shade.

Then, in those hours, I hear old voices murmur aloud,
And memory tires of the hopelessly hoping desire, her regret
I hear the remembering voices, and I forget to forget;
The world as a cloud drifts by, or I drift by as a cloud.



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