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1397 It sounded as if the Streets were running And then—the Streets stood still— Eclipse—was all we could see at the Window And Awe—was all we could feel. By and by—the boldest stole out of his Covert To see if Time was there— Nature was in an Opal Apron, Mixing fresher Air. Edited by Peter Carter
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