Sleep dethroned despotic Thought And through Dream’s gates I ran To dance among things I forgot When Thought’s rule began. Partials made complete, Contradictions fixed. Paradoxes, obsolete, As I with all was mixed. Rest’s ramparts broke, Cloud castles burned; From Eden I awoke And begged to be returned. Eve leaves some awake To guard the Garden’s snake.
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