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A Protean Glimpse.

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Time and I pass to and fro,     Hardly greeting as we go, -     Go askant, like crossing wings     Of sea-gulls where the brave sea sings.     Time, the messenger of Fate!     Cunning master of debate,     Cunning soother of all sorrow,     Ruthless robber of to-morrow;     Tyrant to our dallying feet,     Though patron of a life complete;     Like Puck upon a rosy cloud,     He rides to distance while we woo him, -     Like pale Remorse wrapped in a shroud,     He brings the world in sackcloth to him!     O dimly seen, and often met     As shadowings of a wild regret!     O king of us, yet feebly served;     Dispenser of the dooms reserved;     So silent at the folly done,     So deadly when our respite's gone! -     As sea-gulls, slanting, cross at sea,     So cross our rapid flights with thee.

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