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This mind no silence knows nor dreamless sleep,

In the incessant circling of its steps

Thoughts tread for ever through the listening brain;

It toils like a machine and cannot stop.

Into the body’s many-storeyed rooms

Endless crowd down the dream-god’s messages.

All is a hundred-toned murmur and babble and stir,

There is a tireless running to and fro,

A haste of movement and a ceaseless cry.

The hurried servant senses answer apace

To every knock upon the outer doors,

Bring in time’s visitors, report each call,

Admit the thousand queries and the calls

And the messages of communicating minds

And the heavy business of unnumbered lives

And all the thousandfold commerce of the world.

VII.2.163-78

The unremembering hours repeat the old acts,

Our dead past round our future’s ankles clings

And drags back the new nature’s glorious stride,

Or from its buried corpse old ghosts arise,

Old thoughts, old longings, dead passions live again,

Recur in sleep or move the waking man

To words that force the barrier of the lips,

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