Seems it slips in fervor,
Cunning and wise,
Midst my e’ery error
Ever fatal, as time flies.
No waiting remains.
The crowd’s dispersed.
Still it rains.
It stalled in the grip
Of an uneasy mind
That yet doth fear it.
If it were a jest,
If it were naught,
If it were ill.
Time
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