The spurned lovers of thought in winter
Work by candlelight when rooms
Are warm and writers become lazy
And sleepy in their collaboration with
Muddle money and imprecision.
But never so peaceful a history
In recorded time resolved
in the first place
Right from the start. Sombre fanaticism
Like a dirty grey rag hung from the sky
And was reflected in the marshlands,
Where the rivers trickled away. This
Good symptom giddy vapour gladdens
Melancholy fume; a
form to be mixed
(Perhaps) with a degree of restlessness.
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