The stars of last night and the wind of last night are west of the painted chamber and east of cinnamon hall.Though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright - coloured Phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the sacred unicorn.Across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp;Till the rolling of a drum, alas, calls me to my duties and I mount my horse and ride away, like a water-plant cut adrift
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