IV.

A sleep without dreams, after a rough day

Of toil, is what we covet most; and yet

How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay!

The very Suicide that pays his debt

At once without instalments (an old way

Of paying debts, which creditors regret),

Lets out impatiently his rushing breath,

Less from disgust of Life than dread of Death.

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