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STRANGE FILAMENT, by            
First Line: This transient moment which we call our own
Last Line: Upon the endless treadmill of the years.
Subject(s): Life; Time


This transient moment which we call our own,
This tenuous span, this evanescent thing
We call the present, hovers on bright wing
Within our reach, enchants us, and has flown.
We say this segment of all time is ours;
But while we speak, or breathe, or laugh, or sigh,
Ephemeral, elusive, it slips by
And joins its brothers in the vanished hours.

Yet this frail filament, spun on the loom
Of time, this gossamer-like elf, so fleet,
So eerie, so evasive, that appears
Only to vanish -- this shall fix our doom;
This welds the past and future -- binds our feet
Upon the endless treadmill of the years.





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