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Now and Then
Where are they gone, where?
Into thin air—into thinner far than air,
into a world where all the winds are fallen
for want of anything to keep them up,
a lightless cave whose emptiness takes all in
and remains empty.
Their net of feeling and thought
compassed the cosmos once, now let drop
is seemingly simply not.