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Better is death than sleep,

Better for tired eyes.—

Why do we weep and weep

When near us the solace lies?

There, in that stream, that, deep,—

Reflecting woods and skies,—

Could comfort all our sighs.

The mystery of things,

Of dreams, philosophies,

To which the mortal clings,

That can unriddle these.—

What is ’t the water sings?

What is ’t it promises?—

End to my miseries!