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A drowning swimmers dream

Who art thou ?
Asked the guardian of the night
From crystal purity I come
Was my reply
And great my thirst, Persephone
Yet heeding thy decree
I take to flight
and turn, and turn again
Forever right
I spurn the pallid cypress tree
Seek no refreshment at its sylvan spring
but hasten on toward the rustling river of numozene
Wherein I drink to sweet satiety
And there, dipping my palms between
The knots and loopings of its mazy stream
I see again, as in a drowning swimmers dream
All the strange sights I ever saw
And even stranger sights no man has ever seen.


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