Look, in the Labyrinth of Memory
Regard, O reader, how it is with me:
This year am I five thousand years of age,
Secure in Pharaoh’s great society,
Like uncle Joseph on that ancient stage.
This year will be the thirtieth eternity
The thirtieth time around the solar fire.
But if I count night watches, obviously,
How I am aged in hope and dead desire!
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