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You'll wait a
long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven
beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights
that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get
crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire
from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem
to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever
happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently
on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars
and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need
to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will
end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in
strife.
Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay
awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm
seems certainly safe to last to-night.
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