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My Vigil

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Companioned by the lonely hours,             My vigil with the stars I keep, -             The happy stars that never weep, -             The wakeful stars that never sleep,         Spirit of me that frets and cowers,             Ah, what am I, that I should be             And breathe in this Infinity?         Unburdened of the weight of self,             Toward the highest heights I am borne,             Below lies Earth, begrimed and worn,             Far, far from me her praise, her scorn,         Her joys, her woes, her loss, her pelf,             One with the happy stars am I!             Our limits the unbounded sky!

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