A dismal cloud of dispersed thoughts,
A glimpse of flare from outer worlds,
A sense of being far from here:
Within their sight but out of reach
Above their narrow simple minds,
Among the flickering streams of life,
Apart from hollow anxious deeds:
Along with calm of autumn leaves
Cosy swamp, asylum be:
Feathers crumpled; lust asleep
Host of tired faithless beings:
Ornate wisdom trails to seek
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