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On earth I dream; - I die to be: Time! Shake not thy bald head at me. I challenge thee to hurry past. or for my turn to fly too fast. Thank me [undecipherable] numbed or halt with age, or cares that earth to earth engage, Caught with love's end of twisted beams, Or wired by climate's [undecipherable] extremes. I tire of shams, I rush to Be, I help with yonder comet free, - [undecipherable] with The comet into space Which mocks thy [aeons] to embrace; [Aeons] which tardily unfold Realm beyond realm, - extent unfold; No early morn, no evening late, - Realms self upheld, disdaining fate, Whole Shining sons, too great for fame, Never heard thy weary name; Nor lives the Tragic bard to say How drear the hart I held in one, How lame the other limped away.