Dark night mistakes the distant death
E're waiting still it comes
For money's worth and pennies spent
Yet ne're subtracts the sum
A shallow peeling bell may sound
Some lonesome ghostly ring
While sonnets rise and beauty fades
In long forgotten spring
Dim failing intellectual bliss
The thought begets the daze
And searching ends at sunset's reign
Lost in a sentient maze
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