I now move, I now move –
The walls murmur
The leaves whisper:
The night will be here
See
The sunset reddening
Is so fast fading:
Hesperus is ascending
The brain is whirling:
But then
That is the sign of inspiration
Go, go, to the rooms of books and manuscripts:
There the computer will be waiting
For your fast fingers on the key board drumming:
Your brain with wave: currents lighting
I now move, I now move –
The walls murmur
The leaves whisper:
The night will be here
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