Sunset

           Thecabin;bythesternwindows;Ahabsittingalone,andgazingout.

           Ileaveawhiteandturbidwake;palewaters,palercheeks,where’erIsail.Theenviousbillowssidelongswelltowhelmmytrack;letthem;butfirstIpass.

           Yonder,byever-brimminggoblet’srim,thewarmwavesblushlikewine.Thegoldbrowplumbstheblue.Thediversunslowdivedfromnoongoesdown;mysoulmountsup!shewearieswithherendlesshill.Is,then,thecrowntooheavythatIwear?thisIronCrownofLombardy.Yetisitbrightwithmanyagem;Ithewearer,seenotitsfarflashings;butdarklyfeelthatIwearthat,thatdazzlinglyconfounds.‘TisironthatIknownotgold.‘Tissplit,toothatIfeel;thejaggededgegallsmeso,mybrainseemstobeatagainstthesolidmetal;aye,steelskull,mine;thesortthatneedsnohelmetinthemostbrain-batteringfight!

           Dryheatuponmybrow?Oh!timewas,whenasthesunrisenoblyspurredme,sothesunsetsoothed.Nomore.Thislovelylight,itlightsnotme;alllovelinessisanguishtome,sinceIcanne’erenjoy.Giftedwiththehighperception,Ilackthelow,enjoyingpower;damned,mostsubtlyandmostmalignantly!damnedinthemidstofParadise!Goodnight-goodnight!(wavinghishand,hemovesfromthewindow.)

           ‘Twasnotsohardatask.Ithoughttofindonestubborn,attheleast;butmyonecoggedcirclefitsintoalltheirvariouswheels,andtheyrevolve.Or,ifyouwill,likesomanyant-hillsofpowder,theyallstandbeforeme;andItheirmatch

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