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Then I perceived, what I had never thought, that all these staring houses were not alike, but different one from another, because they held different dreams. And another turned to a tree that stood by the Green Park railings, saying, "Take comfort, tree, for the fields shall come again." THEN I PERCEIVED WHAT I HAD NEVER THOUGHT THAT ALL THESE STEERING HOUSES WERE NOT ALIKE BUT DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE THEY HELD DIFFERENT DREAMS AND ANOTHER TURNED TO A TREE THAT STOOD BY THE GREEN PARK RAILINGS SAYING TAKE COMFORT TREE FOR THE FIELDS SHALL COME AGAIN
nd some wore violet cloaks, and none wore black. And they begged gracefully, as gods might beg for souls. I stood by a lamp-post, and they came up to it, and one addressed it, calling the lamp-post brother, and said, "O lamp-post, our brother of the dark, are there many wrecks by thee in the tides of night? Sleep not, brother, sleep not. There were many wrecks an it were not for thee." It was strange: I had not thought of the majesty of the street lamp and his long watching over drifting men. But he was not beneath the notice of these cloaked strangers. And then one murmured to the street: "Art thou weary, street? Yet a little longer they shall go up and down, and keep thee clad with tar and wooden bricks. Be patient, street. In a while the earthquake cometh." "Who are you?" people said. "And where do you come from?" "Who may tell what we are," they answered, "or whence we come?" And one turned towards the smoke-stained houses, saying, "Blessed be the houses, because men dream therein. ITH SOME AND SOME WORE CLOAKS OF OLD AND FADED RED AND SOME WORE VIOLET CLOAKS AND NONE WORE BLACK AND THEY BEGGED GRACEFULLY AS GODS MIGHT BEG FOR SOULS I STOOD BY A LAMP POST AND THEY CAME UP TO IT AND ONE ADDRESSED IT CALLING THE LAMP POST BROTHER AND SAID O LAMP POST OUR BROTHER OF THE DARK ARE THERE MANY WRECKS BY THEE IN THE TIDES OF NIGHT SLEEP NOT BROTHER SLEEP NOT THERE WERE MANY WRECKS AND IT WERE NOT FOR THEE IT WAS STRANGE I HAD NOT THOUGHT OF THE MAJESTY OF THE STREET LAMP AND HIS LONG WATCHING OVER DRIFTING MEN BUT HE WAS NOT BENEATH THE NOTICE OF THESE CLOAKED STRANGERS AND THEN ONE MURMURED TO THE STREET ART THOU WEARY STREET YET A LITTLE LONGER THEY SHALL GO UP AND DOWN AND KEEP THEE CLAD WITH TAR AND WOODEN BRICKS BE PATIENT STREET IN A WHILE THE EARTHQUAKE COMETH WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE SAID AND WHERE DO YOU COME FROM WHO MAY TELL WHAT WE ARE THEY ANSWERED OR WHENCE WE COME AND ONE TURN TOWARD THE SMOKE STAINED HOUSES SAYING BLESSED BE THE HOUSES BECAUSE MEN DREAM THEREIN
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