 | [Poems by Piatt in] The Children Out-of-doors |  |
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III.
ONE BEHIND TIME.
(BY THE ROADSIDE.)
O world upon the hurrying train,Fly on your way! For me,
A saunterer through the slighted lane,
A dreamer, let me be.
My footsteps pass away in flowers—
So fragrant all I meet!
Use the quick minutes of your hours,—
The days die here so sweet!
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