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174 Ah, this one. Yes, I know his name, He is the day that wrought a shine Even on a precinct common and tame, As 'twere of purposed aim. He shows him as a rainbow sign Of promise made to me and mine.

The next stands forth in his morning clothes, And yet, despite their misty blue, They mark no sombre custom-growths That joyous living loathes, But a meteor act, that left in its queue A train of sparks my lifetime through.

I almost tremble at his nod— This next in train—who looks at me As I were slave, and he were god Wielding an iron rod. I close my eyes; yet still is he In front there, looking mastery.

In the similitude of a nurse The phantom of the next one comes: I did not know what better or worse Chancings might bless or curse When his original glossed the thrums Of ivy, bringing that which numbs.