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Excerpt from The Flying Sands
The world with suns that to the South drop down: The ?ying sands that ever drip and ?ow, Not swift nor slow, though we would have it so, But oh, so surely! Our distress they drown, Our grief they lose, ourselves draw to the marge Of age and there a moment glint and hold As summer hovers o'er November's cold To smile, and, smiling, sings to us the large.
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