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A curious vision on mine eyes unfurled / In the deep night. I saw, or seemed to see, / Two Centuries meet, and sit down vis-à-vis / Across the great round table of the world: / One with suggested sorrows in his mien, / And on his brow the furrowed lines of thought; / And one whose glad expectant presence brought / A glow and radiance from the realms unseen.
Hand clasped with hand, in silence for a space / The Centuries sat; the sad old eyes of one / (As grave paternal eyes regard a son) / Gazing upon that other eager face. / And then a voice, as cadenceless and gray / As the sea's monody in winter time, / Mingled with tones melodious, as the chime / Of bird choirs, singing in the dawns of May.