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He
closed
his
eyes
in
the
languor
of
sleep
.
His
eyelids
trembled
as
if
they
felt
the
vast
cyclic
movement
of
the
earth
and
her
watchers
,
trembled
as
if
they
felt
the
strange
light
of
some
new
world
.
His
soul
was
swooning
into
some
new
world
,
fantastic
,
dim
,
uncertain
as
under
sea
,
traversed
by
cloudy
shapes
and
beings
.
A
world
,
a
glimmer
or
a
flower
?
Glimmering
and
trembling
,
trembling
and
unfolding
,
a
breaking
light
,
an
opening
flower
,
it
spread
in
endless
succession
to
itself
,
breaking
in
full
crimson
and
unfolding
and
fading
to
palest
rose
,
leaf
by
leaf
and
wave
of
light
by
wave
of
light
,
flooding
all
the
heavens
with
its
soft
flushes
,
every
flush
deeper
than
the
other
.
Evening
had
fallen
when
he
woke
and
the
sand
and
arid
grasses
of
his
bed
glowed
no
longer
.
He
rose
slowly
and
,
recalling
the
rapture
of
his
sleep
,
sighed
at
its
joy
.
He
climbed
to
the
crest
of
the
sandhill
and
gazed
about
him
.
Evening
had
fallen
A
rim
of
the
young
moon
cleft
the
pale
waste
of
skyline
,
the
rim
of
a
silver
hoop
embedded
in
grey
sand
;
and
the
tide
was
flowing
in
fast
to
the
land
with
a
low
whisper
of
her
waves
,
islanding
a
few
last
figures
in
distant
pools
.
He
drained
his
third
cup
of
watery
tea
to
the
dregs
and
set
to
chewing
the
crusts
of
fried
bread
that
were
scattered
near
him
,
staring
into
the
dark
pool
of
the
jar
.
The
yellow
dripping
had
been
scooped
out
like
a
boghole
and
the
pool
under
it
brought
back
to
his
memory
the
dark
turf-coloured
water
of
the
bath
in
Clongowes
.
The
box
of
pawn
tickets
at
his
elbow
had
just
been
rifled
and
he
took
up
idly
one
after
another
in
his
greasy
fingers
the
blue
and
white
dockets
,
scrawled
and
sanded
and
creased
and
bearing
the
name
of
the
pledger
as
Daly
or
MacEvoy
.
1
Pair
Buskins
.
1
D.
Coat
.
3
Articles
and
White
.
1
Man
's
Pants
.
Then
he
put
them
aside
and
gazed
thoughtfully
at
the
lid
of
the
box
,
speckled
with
louse
marks
,
and
asked
vaguely
:
