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[The moments which we rescue and redeem]
The moments which we rescue and redeemFrom the bare desert and the waste of years,
To fertilize, it may be with our tears,
Yet so that for time after they shall teem
With better than rank weeds, and wear a gleam
Of visionary light, and on the wind
Shed odours from the fields long left behind,
These and their fruit to us can never seem
Indifferent things; and therefore do I look
Not without gentle sadness upon thee,
And liken thy outgoing, O my Book,
To the impatience of a little brook,
Which might with flowers have lingered pleasantly,
Yet toils to perish in the mighty sea.
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