The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me!
A dull unease upon me settles…
Life, like a bird shot down, strains wildly
To fly – In vain! Its wings are fetters,
Its broken wings… As in a fever
It struggles on, yet is it vanquished:
Pressed to the dust it lies and shivers
In fear and impotence and anguish…
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