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A QUESTION OF TIME.

With never a dream of the life that is,

With never a wish for the love known here.

And yet, if to-day an angel spake

From the clouds all white with veil'd snow-shine,

What matter to human hearts that break,

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What to a heart so weak as mine?

None other - none better, if that might be -

Can thrill my blood with a tone or touch,

Like you, uncaring, can win from me

With the least of little, so much, so much!

Let me not blame you to your face!

I know to another friend how sweet;

Nay, even to your dog, what pitying grace,

What care for the stones beneath your feet!

Room and to spare in your heart, I know:

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