Soul Quotes
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								When the loud day for men who sow and reap  
  Grows still, and on the silence of the town  
  The insubstantial veils of night and sleep,  
  The meed of the day's labour, settle down,  
  Then for me in the stillness of the night  
  The wasting, watchful hours drag on their course,  
  And in the idle darkness comes the bite  
  Of all the burning serpents of remorse;  
  Dreams seethe; and fretful infelicities  
  Are swarming in my over-burdened soul,  
  And Memory before my wakeful eyes  
  With noiseless hand unwinds her lengthy scroll.  
  Then, as with loathing I peruse the years,  
  I tremble, and I curse my natal day,  
  Wail bitterly, and bitterly shed tears,  
  But cannot wash the woeful script away.