Elysium of shades this soul of mine, Shades silent, luminous, and wholly severed From this tempestuous age, these restless times, Their joys and griefs, their aims and their endeavours. Speak, O my soul, Elysium of shades! What bonds have you with life? Speak, phantoms summoned From out a day whose very memory fades - What have you with this heartless mob in common?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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