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CLOSER than my body's shadow Follows the blind nameless One, Carrying in his tightened, yellow fist Time, the thin sputtering candle, And in his swollen cheeks Death, the grey wind. So fill and refill my deep, golden horn With the strongest wine, O wise men of China, Before declaiming in magnificent verse My immortality, That I may nod, My eyes glittering with dreams, And believe -- - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
