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The Eyes
by Ezra Pound
from Exultations (1909)

     Rest Master, for we be a-weary, weary
And would feel the fingers of the wind
Upon these lids that lie over us
Sodden and lead-heavy.

     Rest brother, for lo! the dawn is without!
The yellow flame paleth
And the wax runs low.

Free us, for without be goodly colours,
Green of the wood-moss and flower colours,
And coolness beneath the trees.

     Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing monotony
Of ugly print marks, black
Upon white parchment.

     Free us, for there is one
Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old knowledge of thy books:
And we would look thereon. 

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