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I Wait

I wait. Within the ever deepening glens
That fold upon themselves and are called
The Great Forests, trees turn upon turned
Seasons, awaiting to see the sky bend...
	And this is but a moment to my heart.
	I wait. Rivulets and Oceans make bold
	To wear their beds into the world so old,
	Dissolving cliffs and meadows, and then part
They mountains to be their shores and beaches...
And this is but a flicker to my eye.
Boys grow into old men and whither, High
Crowns are placed and replaced as time breaches,
	Then spills, all the sand from my hour glass
	At once. `Long' is being gone from you, lass.