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/ Be a liquid threshold for the dawn / And let night touch you with his back. / The earth-bowl prisoning you, and cold night winds
/ Are only pause and rhythm / Within an endless fantasy, / But you, like they, can be / A dream from the loins of a dream, / And build a golden stairway of escape.
/ O coolly unperturbed pool, / Slap your ripples in laughter at men, / Who splash you with their lordly hands. / Time is but a phantom dagger / That motion lifts to slay itself.