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Minutes swiftly throb and pass, / Shadows cross the dial-glass, / Speeding ever to some call, / Weary world and shadows, all.
Down the closing aisles of day, / Tramping footsteps die away, / But no tidings thread the gloom, / From the hushed and silent tomb.