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THE SHADOWS. |
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morrow eve, I shall not know thee; I shall pass thee in the crowd and never dream that the Shadow whom I now love is near me then. Happy Shades ! for we only remember our tales until we have told them here, and then they vanish in the shadow-churchyard, where we bury only our dead selves. Ah ! brethren, who would be a man and remember ? Who would be a man and weep ? We ought indeed to love one another, for we alone inherit oblivion ; we alone are renewed with eternal birth; we alone have no gathered weight of years, I will tell you the awful fate of one Shadow who rebelled against his nature, and sought to remember the past. He said, ' I will remember this eve.' He fought with the genial influences of kindly sleep when the sun rose on the awful dead day of light; and although he could not keep quite awake, he dreamed of the foregone eve, and he never forgot his dream. |
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