Not for joy the stars burn, not for joy the vulture
Spreads her gray sails on the air
Over the mountain; not for joy the worn mountain
Stands, while years like water
Trench his long sides. ‘I am neither mountain nor bird
Nor star; and I seek joy.’
The weakness of your breed: yet at length quietness
Will cover those wistful eyes.
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