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 "id": "fernando-pessoa/antinous",
 "title": "Antinous",
 "poet": "Fernando Pessoa",
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  "year": 1921,
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   {
    "text": "The rain outside was cold in Hadrian’s soul.",
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   {
    "text": "The boy lay dead",
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    "text": "On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,",
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   {
    "text": "To Hadrian’s eyes, whose sorrow was a dread,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The shadowy light of Death’s eclipse was shed.",
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   {
    "text": "The boy lay dead, and the day seemed a night",
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   {
    "text": "Outside. The rain fell like a sick affright",
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   {
    "text": "Of Nature at her work in killing him.",
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   {
    "text": "Memory of what he was gave no delight,",
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    "text": "Delight at what he was dead and dim.",
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   {
    "text": "O hands that once had clasped Hadrian’s warm hands,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose cold now found them cold!",
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   {
    "text": "O hair bound erstwhile with the pressing bands!",
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   {
    "text": "O eyes half-diffidently bold!",
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   {
    "text": "O bare female male-body such",
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   {
    "text": "As a god’s likeness to humanity!",
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   {
    "text": "O lips whose opening redness erst could touch",
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   {
    "text": "Lust’s seats with a live art’s variety!",
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   {
    "text": "O fingers skilled in things not to be told!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O tongue which, counter-tongued, made the blood bold!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O complete regency of lust throned on",
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   {
    "text": "Raged consciousness’s spilled suspension!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "These things are things that now must be no more.",
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   {
    "text": "The rain is silent, and the Emperor",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sinks by the couch. His grief is like a rage,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For the gods take away the life they give",
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   {
    "text": "And spoil the beauty they made live.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He weeps and knows that every future age",
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   {
    "text": "Is looking on him out of the to-be;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "His love is on a universal stage;",
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   {
    "text": "A thousand unborn eyes weep with his misery.",
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   {
    "text": "Antinous is dead, is dead for ever,",
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   {
    "text": "Is dead for ever and all loves lament.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Venus herself, that was Adonis’ lover,",
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   {
    "text": "Seeing him, that newly lived, now dead again,",
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   {
    "text": "Lends her old griefs renewal to be blent",
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   {
    "text": "With Hadrian’s pain.",
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    "text": "Now is Apollo sad because the stealer",
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    "text": "Of his white body is for ever cold.",
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   {
    "text": "No careful kisses on that nippled point",
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   {
    "text": "Covering his heart-beats’ silent place restore",
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    "text": "His life again to ope his eyes and feel her",
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   {
    "text": "Presence along his veins Love’s fortress hold.",
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   {
    "text": "No warmth of his another’s warmth demands.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now will his hands behind his head no more",
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   {
    "text": "Linked, in that posture giving all but hands,",
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   {
    "text": "On the projected body hands implore.",
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    "text": "The rain falls, and he lies like one who hath",
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    "text": "Forgotten all the gestures of his love",
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   {
    "text": "And lies awake waiting their hot return.",
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   {
    "text": "But all his arts and toys are now with Death.",
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   {
    "text": "This human ice no way of heat can move;",
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   {
    "text": "These ashes of a fire no flame can burn.",
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    "text": "O Hadrian, what will now thy cold life be?",
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   {
    "text": "What boots it to be lord of men and might?",
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   {
    "text": "His absence o’er thy visible empery",
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   {
    "text": "Comes like a night,",
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   {
    "text": "Nor is there morn in hopes of new delight.",
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   {
    "text": "Now are thy nights widowed of love and kisses;",
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   {
    "text": "Now are thy days robbed of the night’s awaiting;",
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   {
    "text": "Now have thy lips no purpose for thy blisses,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Left but to speak the name that Death is mating",
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   {
    "text": "With solitude and sorrow and affright.",
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   {
    "text": "Thy vague hands grope, as if they had dropped joy.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To hear that the rain ceases lift thy head,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And thy raised glance take to the lovely boy.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Naked he lies upon that memoried bed;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By thine own hand he lies uncovered.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "There was he wont thy dangling sense to cloy,",
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   {
    "text": "And uncloy with more cloying, and annoy",
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   {
    "text": "With newer uncloying till thy senses bled.",
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    "text": "His hand and mouth knew games to reinstal",
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   {
    "text": "Desire that thy worn spine was hurt to follow.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Sometimes it seemed to thee that all was hollow",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In sense in each new straining of sucked lust.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Then still new turns of toying would he call",
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   {
    "text": "To thy nerves’ flesh, and thou wouldst tremble and fall",
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   {
    "text": "Back on thy cushions with thy mind’s sense hushed.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "“Beautiful was my love, yet melancholy.",
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   {
    "text": "He had that art, that makes love captive wholly,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of being slowly sad among lust’s rages.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now the Nile gave him up, the eternal Nile.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Under his wet locks Death’s blue paleness wages",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now war upon our wishing with sad smile.”",
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   {
    "text": "Even as he thinks, the lust that is no more",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Than a memory of lust revives and takes",
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   },
   {
    "text": "His senses by the hand, his felt flesh wakes,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And all becomes again what ’twas before.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The dead body on the bed starts up and lives",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And comes to lie with him, close, closer, and",
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   {
    "text": "A creeping love-wise and invisible hand",
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   {
    "text": "At every body-entrance to his lust",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Whispers caresses which flit off yet just",
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   {
    "text": "Remain enough to bleed his last nerve’s strand,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O sweet and cruel Parthian fugitives!",
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   {
    "text": "So he half rises, looking on his lover,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That now can love nothing but what none know.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Vaguely, half-seeing what he doth behold,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He runs his cold lips all the body over.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And so ice-senseless are his lips that, lo!,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He scarce tastes death from the dead body’s cold,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But it seems both are dead or living both",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And love is still the presence and the mover.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Then his lips cease on the other lips’ cold sloth.",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "Ah, there the wanting breath reminds his lips",
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   {
    "text": "That from beyond the gods hath moved a mist",
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   {
    "text": "Between him and this boy. His finger-tips,",
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   {
    "text": "Still idly searching o’er the body, list",
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   },
   {
    "text": "For some flesh-response to their waking mood.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But their love-question is not understood:",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The god is dead whose cult was to be kissed!",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "He lifts his hand up to where heaven should be",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And cries on the mute gods to know his pain.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Let your calm faces turn aside to his plea,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O granting powers! He will yield up his reign.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In the still deserts he will parchèd live,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In the far barbarous roads beggar or slave,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But to his arms again the warm boy give!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Forego that space ye meant to be his grave!",
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  ],
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    "text": "Take all the female loveliness of earth",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And in one mound of death its remnant spill!",
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   {
    "text": "But, by sweet Ganymede, that Jove found worth",
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   {
    "text": "And above Hebe did elect to fill",
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   {
    "text": "His cup at his high feasting, and instil",
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   {
    "text": "The friendlier love that fills the other’s dearth,",
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   {
    "text": "The clod of female embraces resolve",
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   {
    "text": "To dust, O father of the gods, but spare",
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   {
    "text": "This boy and his white body and golden hair!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Maybe thy better Ganymede thou feel’st",
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   {
    "text": "That he should be, and out of jealous care",
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   },
   {
    "text": "From Hadrian’s arms to thine his beauty steal’st.",
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    "text": "He was a kitten playing with lust, playing",
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    "text": "With his own and with Hadrian’s, sometimes one",
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   {
    "text": "And sometimes two, now linking, now undone;",
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   {
    "text": "Now leaving lust, now lust’s high lusts delaying;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now eyeing lust not wide, but from askance",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Jumping round on lust’s half-unexpectance;",
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   {
    "text": "Now softly gripping, then with fury holding,",
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   {
    "text": "Now playfully playing, now seriously, now lying",
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   {
    "text": "By th’ side of lust looking at it, now spying",
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   {
    "text": "Which way to take lust in his lust’s withholding.",
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    "text": "Thus did the hours slide from their tangled hands",
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   {
    "text": "And from their mixed limbs the moments slip.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now were his arms dead leaves, now iron bands;",
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   {
    "text": "Now were his lips cups, now the things that sip;",
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   {
    "text": "Now were his eyes too closed and now too looking;",
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   {
    "text": "Now were his uncontinuings frenzy working;",
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   {
    "text": "Now were his arts a feather and now a whip.",
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    "text": "That love they lived as a religion",
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    "text": "Offered to gods that come themselves to men.",
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   {
    "text": "Sometimes he was adorned or made to don",
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   {
    "text": "Half-vestures, then in statued nudity",
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   {
    "text": "Did imitate some god that seems to be",
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   {
    "text": "By marble’s accurate virtue men’s again.",
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   {
    "text": "Now was he Venus, white out of the seas;",
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   {
    "text": "And now was he Apollo, young and golden;",
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   {
    "text": "Now as Jove sate he in mock judgment over",
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   {
    "text": "The presence at his feet of his slaved lover;",
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   {
    "text": "Now was he an acted rite, by one beholden,",
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   {
    "text": "In ever-repositioned mysteries.",
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    "text": "Now he is something anyone can be.",
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   {
    "text": "O stark negation of the thing it is!",
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   {
    "text": "O golden-haired moon-cold loveliness!",
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   {
    "text": "Too cold! too cold! and love as cold as he!",
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   {
    "text": "Love through the memories of his love doth roam",
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   {
    "text": "As through a labyrinth, in sad madness glad,",
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   {
    "text": "And now calls on his name and bids him come,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And now is smiling at his imaged coming",
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   {
    "text": "That is i’th’ heart like faces in the gloaming⁠—",
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   {
    "text": "Mere shining shadows of the forms they had.",
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    "text": "The rain again like a vague pain arose",
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   {
    "text": "And put the sense of wetness in the air.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Suddenly did the Emperor suppose",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He saw this room and all in it from far.",
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   {
    "text": "He saw the couch, the boy, and his own frame",
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   {
    "text": "Cast down against the couch, and he became",
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   {
    "text": "A clearer presence to himself, and said",
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    "text": "These words unuttered, save to his soul’s dread:",
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   {
    "text": "“I shall build thee a statue that will be",
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    "text": "To the continued future evidence",
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    "text": "Of my love and thy beauty and the sense",
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   {
    "text": "That beauty giveth of divinity.",
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   {
    "text": "Though death with subtle uncovering hands remove",
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   {
    "text": "The apparel of life and empire from our love,",
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    "text": "Yet its nude statue, that thou dost inspirit,",
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   {
    "text": "All future times, whether they will’t or not,",
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   {
    "text": "Shall, like a gift a forcing god hath brought,",
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    "text": "Inevitably inherit.",
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   {
    "text": "“Ay, this thy statue shall I build, and set",
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   {
    "text": "Upon the pinnacle of being thine, that Time",
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   {
    "text": "By its subtle dim crime",
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   {
    "text": "Will fear to eat it from life, or to fret",
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   {
    "text": "With war’s or envy’s rage from bulk and stone.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Fate cannot be that! Gods themselves, that make",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Things change, Fate’s own hand, that doth overtake",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The gods themselves with darkness, will draw back",
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   },
   {
    "text": "From marring thus thy statue and my boon,",
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   {
    "text": "Leaving the wide world hollow with thy lack.",
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   {
    "text": "“This picture of our love will bridge the ages.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "It will loom white out of the past and be",
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   {
    "text": "Eternal, like a Roman victory,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In every heart the future will give rages",
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   {
    "text": "Of not being our love’s contemporary.",
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   {
    "text": "“Yet oh that this were needed not, and thou",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Wert the red flower perfuming my life,",
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   {
    "text": "The garland on the brows of my delight,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The living flame on altars of my soul!",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Would all this were a thing thou mightest now",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Smile at from under thy death-mocking lids",
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   {
    "text": "And wonder that I should so put a strife",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Twixt me and gods for thy lost presence bright;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Were there nought in this but my empty dole",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And thy awakening smile half to condole",
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   {
    "text": "With what my dreaming pain to hope forbids.”",
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  ],
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   {
    "text": "Thus went he, like a lover who is waiting,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "From place to place in his dim doubting mind.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now was his hope a great intention fating",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Its wish to being, now felt he was blind",
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   },
   {
    "text": "In some point of his seen wish undefined.",
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   {
    "text": "When love meets death we know not what to feel.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "When death foils love we know not what to know.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Now did his doubt hope, now did his hope doubt;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Now what his wish dreamed the dream’s sense did flout",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And to a sullen emptiness congeal.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Then again the gods fanned love’s darkening glow.",
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   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "“Thy death has given me a higher lust⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "A flesh-lust raging for eternity.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On mine imperial fate I set my trust",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That the high gods, that made me emperor be,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Will not annul from a more real life",
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   },
   {
    "text": "My wish that thou should’st live for e’er and stand",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "A fleshly presence on their better land,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "More lovely yet not lovelier, for there",
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   },
   {
    "text": "No things impossible our wishes mar",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Nor pain our hearts with change and time and strife.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“Love, love, my love! thou art already a god.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "This thought of mine, which I a wish believe,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Is no wish, but a sight, to me allowed",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By the great gods, that love and can give",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To mortal hearts, under the shape of wishes⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of wishes having undiscovered reaches⁠—,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "A vision of the real things beyond",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Our life-imprisoned life, our sense-bound sense.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Ay, what I wish thee to be thou art now",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Already. Already on Olympic ground",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou walkest and art perfect, yet art thou,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For thou needst no excess of thee to don",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Perfect to be, being perfection.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“My heart is singing like a morning bird.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "A great hope from the gods comes down to me",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And bids my heart to subtler sense be stirred",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And think not that strange evil of thee",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That to think thee mortal would be.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“My love, my love, my god-love! Let me kiss",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On thy cold lips thy hot lips now immortal,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Greeting thee at Death’s portal’s happiness,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For to the gods Death’s portal is Life’s portal.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“Were no Olympus yet for thee, my love",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Would make thee one, where thou sole god mightst prove,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And I thy sole adorer, glad to be",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thy sole adorer through infinity.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That were a universe divine enough",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For love and me and what to me thou art.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To have thee is a thing made of gods’ stuff",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And to look on thee eternity’s best part.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“But this is true and mine own art: the god",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou art now is a body made by me,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "For, if thou art now flesh reality",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Beyond where men age and night cometh still,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "’Tis to my love’s great making power thou owest",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That life thou on thy memory bestowest",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And mak’st it carnal. Had my love not held",
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   },
   {
    "text": "An empire of my mighty legioned will,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thou to gods’ consort hadst not been compelled.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“My love that found thee, when it found thee did",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "But find its own true body and exact look.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Therefore when now thy memory I bid",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Become a god where gods are, I but move",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "To death’s high column’s top the shape it took",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And set it there for vision of all love.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“O love, my love, put up with my strong will",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of loving to Olympus, be thou there",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The latest god, whose honey-coloured hair",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Takes divine eyes! As thou wert on earth, still",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In heaven bodifully be and roam,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "A prisoner of that happiness of home,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "With elder gods, while I on earth do make",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "A statue for thy deathlessness’ seen sake.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“Yet thy true deathless statue I shall build",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Will be no stone thing, but that same regret",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By which our love’s eternity is willed.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "One side of that is thou, as gods see thee",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Now, and the other, here, thy memory.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "My sorrow will make that men’s god, and set",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thy naked memory on the parapet",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That looks upon the seas of future times.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Some will say all our love was but our crimes;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Others against our names the knives will whet",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of their glad hate of beauty’s beauty, and make",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Our names a base of heap whereon to rake",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The names of all our brothers with quick scorn.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Yet will our presence, like eternal Morn,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Ever return at Beauty’s hour, and shine",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Out of the East of Love, in light to enshrine",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "New gods to come, the lacking world to adorn.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“All that thou art now is thyself and I.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Our dual presence has its unity",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In that perfection of body which my love,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "By loving it, became, and did from life",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Raise into godness, calm above the strife",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of times, and changing passions far above.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“But since men see more with the eyes than soul,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Still I in stone shall utter this great dole;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Still, eager that men hunger by thy presence,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "I shall to marble carry this regret",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That in my heart like a great star is set.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Thus, even in stone, our love shall stand so great",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "In thy statue of us, like a god’s fate,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Our love’s incarnate and discarnate essence,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "That, like a trumpet reaching over seas",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And going from continent to continent,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Our love shall speak its joy and woe, death-blent,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Over infinities and eternities.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“And here, memory or statue, we shall stand,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Still the same one, as we were hand in hand",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Nor felt each other’s hand for feeling.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Men still will see me when thy sense they take.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The entire gods might pass, in the vast wheeling",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of the globed ages. If but for thy sake,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That, being theirs, hadst gone with their gone band,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "They would return, as they had slept to wake.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "“Then the end of days when Jove were born again",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And Ganymede again pour at his feast",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Would see our dual soul from death released",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And recreated unto joy, fear, pain⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "All that love doth contain;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Life⁠—all the beauty that doth make a lust",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Of love’s own true love, at the spell amazed;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And, if our very memory wore to dust,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "By some gods’ race of the end of ages must",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Our dual unity again be raised.”",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
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   {
    "text": "It rained still. But slow-treading night came in,",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Closing the weary eyelids of each sense.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The very consciousness of self and soul",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Grew, like a landscape through dim raining, dim.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The Emperor lay still, so still that now",
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   },
   {
    "text": "He half forgot where now he lay, or whence",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "The sorrow that was still salt on his lips.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "All had been something very far, a scroll",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Rolled up. The things he felt were like the rim",
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   },
   {
    "text": "That haloes round the moon when the night weeps.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "His head was bowed into his arms, and they",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "On the low couch, foreign to his sense, lay.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "His closed eyes seemed open to him, and seeing",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The naked floor, dark, cold, sad and unmeaning.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "His hurting breath was all his sense could know.",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "Out of the falling darkness the wind rose",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And fell; a voice swooned in the courts below;",
    "indent": 0
   },
   {
    "text": "And the Emperor slept.",
    "indent": 0
   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "The gods came now",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And bore something away, no sense knows how,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "On unseen arms of power and repose.",
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