<SPAN name="CONTRARY_TO_NATURE_AND_ARISTOTLE"></SPAN>"CONTRARY TO NATURE AND ARISTOTLE."<br/>
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One head of my soul's amphisbaena<br/>
Turns to the daytime's dust and sweat;<br/>
But evenings come, when I would forget<br/>
The sordid strife of the arena.<br/>
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And then my other self will creep<br/>
Along the scented twilight lanes<br/>
To where a little house contains<br/>
A hoard of books, a gift of sleep.<br/>
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Its windows throw a friendly light<br/>
Between the narrowing shutter slats,<br/>
And, golden as the eyes of cats,<br/>
Shine me a welcome through the night.<br/>
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