My secret's in the wind and open sky,
There is no longer any Time- to lose;
The world is young with laughter-we can fly
Among the imprisoned hours we choose!
The rushing minutes pause; an unused Day
Breaks into dawn and cheats the tired sun;
The birds are singing. Hark! Come and play!
There is no hurry! Life has just begun.
-Algernon Blackwood
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