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  • Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,
    Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
    And marching single in an endless file,
    Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;
    To each they offer gifts after his will,
    Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;
    I, in my pleached garden watched the pomp
    Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
    Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
    Turned and departed silent. I too late
    Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Days”