’Twas far too strange, and wonderful for sadness; | |
| Sharpening, by degrees, his appetite |
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| To dive into the deepest. Dark, nor light, | |
| The region; nor bright, nor sombre wholly, | |
| But mingled up; a gleaming melancholy; | |
| A dusky empire and its diadems; | |
One faint eternal eventide of gems.
-Keats
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