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Next time, to stay! Next time, the things to see By ear unheard, Unscrutinized by eye. Next time, to tarry, While the ages steal,    Slow tramp the centuries, And the cycles wheel. NEXT TIME TO STAY NEXT TIME THE THINGS TO SEE BY EAR UNHEARD UNSCRUTINIZED BY EYE NEXT TIME TO TARRY WHILE THE AGES STEAL SLOW TRAMP THE CENTURIES AND THE CYCLES WHEEL
ld not the jest Have crawled too far? LVI. MELODIES UNHEARD. Musicians wrestle everywhere: All day, among the crowded air, I hear the silver strife; And -- waking long before the dawn -- Such transport breaks upon the town I think it that "new life!" It is not bird, it has no nest; Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed, Nor tambourine, nor man; It is not hymn from pulpit read, -- The morning stars the treble led On time's first afternoon! Some say it is the spheres at play! Some say that bright majority Of vanished dames and men! Some think it service in the place Where we, with late, celestial face, Please God, shall ascertain! LVII. CALLED BACK. Just lost when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Therefore, as one returned, I feel, Odd secrets of the line to tell! Some sailor, skirting foreign shores, Some pale reporter from the awful doors Before the seal! OULD NOT THE FUN LOOK TOO EXPENSIVE WOULD NOT THE JEST HAVE CRAWLED TOO FAR FIFTY SIX MELODIES UNHEARD MUSICIANS WRESTLE EVERYWHERE ALL DAY AMONG THE CROWDED AIR I HEAR THE SILVER STRIFE AND WALKING LONG BEFORE THE DAWN SUCH TRANSPORT BREAKS UPON THE TOWN I THINK IT THAT NEW LIFE IT IS NOT BIRD IT HAS NO NEST NOR BAND IN BRASS AND SCARLET DREST NOR TAMBOURINE NOR MAN IT IS NOT HIM FROM PULPIT RED THE MORNING STARS THE TREBLE LEAD ON TIME'S FIRST AFTERNOON SOME SAY IT IS THE SPHERES AT PLAY SOME SAY THAT BRIGHT MAJORITY OF VANISHED DAMES AND MEN SOME THINK IT SERVICE IN THE PLACE WHERE WE WITH LATE CELESTIAL FACE PLEASE GOD SHALL ASCERTAIN FIFTY TWO CALLED BACK JUST LOST WHEN I WAS SAVED JUST FELT THE WORLD GO BY JUST GIRT ME FOR THE ONSET WITH ETERNITY WHEN BREATH BLEW BACK AND ON THE OTHER SIDE I HEARD RECEDE THE DISAPPOINTED TIDE THEREFORE AS ONE RETURN'D I FEEL ODD SECRETS OF THE LINE TO TELL SOME SAILOR SKIRTING FOREIGN SHORES SOME PALE REPORTER FROM THE AWFUL DOORS BEFORE THE SEAL
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