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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

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 7:20 AM | Viewed: 5064 times

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