And we are waiting for the Coach - It seems as though the Time - Indignant - that the Joy was come - Did block the Gilded Hands - And would not let the Seconds by - But slowest instant - ends -
The Pendulum begins to count - Like little Scholars - loud - The steps grow thicker - in the Hall - The Heart begins to crowd -
Then I - my timid service done - Tho' service 'twas, of Love - Take up my little Violin - And further North - remove.
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