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Man, the egregious egoist (In mystery the twig is bent) Imagines, by some mental twist, That he alone is sentient
Of the intolerable load That on all living creatures lies, Nor stoops to pity in the toad The speechless sorrow of his eyes.
He asks no questions of the snake, Nor plumbs the phosphorescent gloom Where lidless fishes, broad awake, Swim staring at a nightmare doom.
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