All gone before I knew. I have expended
My whole wealth in a day. It’s finished, ended.
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“And nothing left. Can it be possible
That joy flows through and, when the course is run,
It leaves no change, no mark on us to tell
Its passing? And as poor as we’ve begun
We end the richest day? What we have won,
Can it all die like this?... Joy flickers on
The razor-edge of the present and is gone.