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Poem of the Hour

So far as I will tell you

So far as I will tell you. Nor until

It was as I could see ghosts. It was from

Her too that I was wrong. And up the hill.

I did the same to hers. That was the one

Thing dreadful. Somehow such things must be made.

I was at once sucked swiftly out of sight.

I thought I could see all the world displayed

The same to hers. It must have been the night

Before their eyes. I felt I lacked a clue.

We passed each other. I discovered Then

Among this people. It was from her too

That I learnt very great depth. Then again

About dawn. I could not see how things were

Kept going. Nor until it was from her.

(TheTimeMachine / Sonnet)

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