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'Oh no,' said It: her life-doings,

Forsooth, I've not destroyed:

They lie full length with the kindred things
Of men, adown the Void,

III

"Your" Now" is just a flash and glide
Across your gazing sense:

With me" Past," " Future," ever abide :
They come not, go not, whence
They are never hence.

IV

'As one upon a dark highway,
Plodding by lantern-light,
Hath but the reach of its frail ray

Uncovered to his sight,

Though 'mid the night.

V

'The road lies all its length the same,
Forwardly as at rear,

So, outside what you "Present" name,
Future and Past stand sheer,
Equally clear.'

VI

-Thus It, who straightway opened then

The vista called the Past,

Wherein were seen, as fair as when
They seemed they could not last,
Small things and vast.

VII

There were those songs, a score times sung,
With all their tripping tunes;

There were the laughters once that rung;
There those unmatched full moons,
Those idle noons!

VIII

There fadeless, fixed, were dust-dead flowers

Remaining still in blow;

Elsewhere wild love-makings in bowers;

Hard by, that irised bow

Of years ago.

'Here are those others you used to prize.But why go further we?

The Future?-Well, I would advise

You let the Future be,

Unshown by me!

XIII

'Twould harrow you to see undraped

The scenes in long array

That wait your globe-all fully shaped;

And I'll not, as I say,

Bare them to-day.

XIV

'In fine, Time is a myth-yea, such!—
As he might well confess;

Yet hath he been believed in much,
Though lately, under stress

Of science, less.