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 Four o'clock this afternoon Ah, but they go slow to-day: Slow to suit my crazy tune, Past the need of all we say. Best it came to come so soon, Best for them they go to-day : Four o'clock this afternoon, Fifteen hundred miles away.

, you have it; I can see. Beautiful? . . . Dear, look at me! Look and let my shame confess Triumph after weariness. Beautiful? Ah, yes. Lift it where the beams are bright; Hold it where the western light, Shining in above my bed, Throws a glory on your head. Now it is all said. All there was for me to say From the first until to-day. Long denied and long deferred, Now I say it in one word Now; and you have heard. Life would have its way with us, And I've called it glorious : For I know the glory now And I read it on your brow. You have shown me how.