Time, Real and Imaginary |
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Time, Real and Imaginary
On the wide level of a mountain`s head,
(I knew not where, but `twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,
Two lovely children run an endless race, A sister and a brother !
This far outstripp`d the other ;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind :
For he, alas ! is blind ! O`er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.
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