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April 1, 2005
so, time
So, Time
(The same thought resumed)
So, Time,
Royal, sublime;
Heretofore held to be
Master and enemy,
Thief of my Love's adornings,
Despoiling her to scornings: -
The sound philosopher
Now sets him to aver
You are nought
But a thought
Without reality.
Young, old,
Passioned, cold,
All the loved-lost thus
Are beings continuous,
In dateless dure abiding,
Over the present striding
With placid permanence
That knows not transience:
Firm in the Vast,
First, last;
Afar, yet close to us.
Thomas Hardy
Posted by amin at April 1, 2005 11:53 PM
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