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The Sport
The sport of fruitless infelicity
Captures my mind's ignorance-dream.
Be off, be off, O satisfied desires!
It is you that ruin my quest supreme.
I am the traveller, ignorant of Dawn;
Never, alack, have I tasted Bliss.
Before my heart the dart of eyeless Night;
I am lost in the jaws of boundless Abyss.
