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(M. H.)
WE waited for the sun / To break its cloudy prison / (For day was not yet done, / And night still unbegun) / Leaning by the dial.
After many a trial- / We all silent there- / It burst as new-arisen, / Throwing a shade to where / Time travelled at that minute.
Little saw we in it, / But this much I know, / Of lookers on that shade, / Her towards whom it made / Soonest had to go.