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Of course not all the watchers of the dawn
See Severn mists like forced-march mists withdrawn;
London has darkness changing into light
With just one quarter-hour of any weight.

Casual and common is the wonder grown —
Time's duty to lift light's curtain up and down,
But here Time is caught up clear in Eternity,
And draws as breathless life as you or me.
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