I am none
A memory lost
Self consumer of woes
Oblivion lost, shadows tossed
Into scorn and noise
Living waking dreams
Where there is life
Of life's esteems
That I loved
Stranger than the rest
For scenes never trod
A place to abide
In childhood untroubled
Below the sky.
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