When he dips down beyond the far flat land, 
Know never more the day and night apart, 
Know not where frost has laid his iron hand, 
Save only that it fastens on my heart ; 
Save only that it grips with icy fire 
These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; 
Save only that it quenches this desire. 
Let me pass out beyond the city gate. 
 
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