Weariness
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There is a dear weariness of love...
Hand relaxed in hand,
Shoulder at rest upon shoulder.
And to me that pool of weariness is more wonderful
Than crater, cataract,
Maelstrom, earthquake...
For it is a double pool
In which lie, silent,
The golden fishes of sleep.
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