'Tis nought. 'Tis, though, thirst that sips him
And which he cannot shun,
'Tis depth unknown, comparable
To blind oblivion.
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[Hyperion] - "From that dark, choking, endlessness
Into which I am furled,
Father, undo me,
And for e'er be praised in the whole world!
Ask anything for this new fate
For with mine, I am through.
Oh, hear my prayer, Oh, my Lord,
For Thou givest life and death too!
Take back my endlessness, the fires
That my being devour
And in return give me a chance
To love but for an hour."
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