Ode 17: The Cup of Death
O death, draw near, for I would fain drink deep
Of thy Lethean cup, and fall on sleep!
For I have sought, and sought in vain, relief
From heart-corroding care, and bitter grief.
Of thy Lethean cup, and fall on sleep!
For I have sought, and sought in vain, relief
From heart-corroding care, and bitter grief.
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