The edge on things will make him blind,
Tooth of the dog in the bare lane
Or the acid fruit imperil his mind,
Cataracts falling across no pain.
There are more enemies to sight
Than wind or rain. No breath but will name
The adder across his path, and night
Rehearses the day-time knife in the dream.
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