[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 31]

5/II/13.

Ennui.

Under a low and sullen sky,

Fanned through[1] by lone winds that moan by

And palely sick for light from high,

Till th’ landscape’s soul doth sigh forever

     Forever sigh

A black and calmness-haunted[2] river

That doth a tower from itself sever

Runs with an inner fear and shiver

Like a sure[3] fate forever nigh

Ay, {…} higher forever…

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Aye though {…}

And in that landscape lapse from dream

|Unto a horror[4] of truth doth gleam

That self-absorbed, |self-empty| stream

That bears a dream of dream’s emotion

     To Emotion’s dream,

Runs from a land whence is no notion

Towards a probable far ocean

And they whom eyes anguished sans motion

Bathe in it take emotion’s dream

     For dream’s emotion dreams’

(† - Ren 600

     †   100

         700

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[31v]

When will low winds be cool

On foreheads fevered with life…

My heart to a strangest fool.

Into rotten needing rife…

{…} elsewhere different

Arched me by this whom leaves

Fall even into its head…

When will the wind of

Whisper my soul to bed?

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Twas wandering by that river its side

And seeing its nameless glide

And yet eternally abide

That I leaned wide despair

     Mute despair wide

For all that is {…} or fair

Or {…}  

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[1] through /on\
[2] calmness/silence\-haunted
[3] sure /dim\/(shapeless)\/(shape-unknown)\
[4] horror /horrid\