… Thou art a dreaming thing; A fever of thyself-think of the Earth; What bliss even in hope is there for thee? What haven? every creature hath its home; Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, Whether his labours be sublime or low- The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: Only the dreamer venoms all his days, Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve.
( Dan Simmons )
[ The Fall of Hyperion ]
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