Of Time. In dream I saw them go–
And thought, ‘When they come back I’ll show
To what far place I lead my friends
Where this disastrous decade ends.’
Like one in purgatory, I learned
The loss of hope. For none returned,
And long in darkening dream I lay.
Then came a ghost whose warning breath
Gasped from an agony of death,
‘No, not that way; no, not that way.’
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