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'World after world he sees around him swim

Crowded with happy souls, that take no heed

Of the sad eyes that from the night's faint rim

Gaze sick with longing on them as they speed

With golden gates, that only shut on him;

And shapes sometimes from hell's abysses freed

Flap darkly by him, with enormous sweep

Of wings that roughen wide the pitchy deep.