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Where are they -- the Afterwhiles -- / Luring us the lengthening miles / Of our lives? Where is the dawn / With the dew across the lawn / Stroked with eager feet the far / Way the hills and valleys are?
Were the sun that smites the frown / Of the eastward-gazer down?