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All the pretty baubles spread

Are not the answer to my need,

These tinseled trappings but beguile

This journeying, while deep within

A want unspeakable resides,

That throbs and throbs unceasingly⁠—

So hungering⁠—no banquet spread

Can tempt it, and no golden wine

Make it forget: I balance it⁠—

The world flies upward in the scale!

Always, unsoothed, unquieted,

It aches and aches across the days

And sears the nights that sum my life.