|Yet Thyrsis, the Scholar, the speaker, ourselves as readers, hang between the |
two; and involved in that position is the terrifying pointlessness of 'I wandered till I
died'. The victory ... Unquiet souls! - In the dark fermentation of earth. In the never-
idle workshop of Nature, In the eternal movement. Ye shall find yourselves again!
|Unquiet souls! ... In the dark fermentation of earth, In the never idle workshop of |
nature, In the eternal movement, Ye shall find yourselves again! And a hundred
other lines too closely bound in with personal thoughts, feelings, struggles of
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