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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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Stand still,—have no before, no after!—lifeProves death, existence grows impossibleTo man like me. 'What else is blessed sleepBut death, then?' Why, a rapture of releaseFrom toil,—that 's sleep's approach: as certainly,The end of sleep means, toil is triumphed o'er:These round the blank inconsciousness betweenBrightness and brightness, either pushed to blazeJust through that blank's interposition. HenceThe use of things external: man—that 's I—Practise there on my power of casting light,And calling substance,—when the light I castBreaks into colour,—by its proper name—A truth and yet a falsity: black, white,Names each bean taken from what lay so close
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