<h3 id="I_Watch_Swift_Pictures">I Watch Swift Pictures</h3>
<p>I WATCH swift pictures flash and fade<br/>
On the closed curtains of my eyes,—<br/>
A bit of river green as jade<br/>
Under green skies;</p>
<p>A single bird that soars and dips<br/>
Remote; a young and secret moon<br/>
Stealing to kiss some flower’s lips<br/>
Too shy for noon;</p>
<p>A pointing tree; a lifted hill,<br/>
Sun-misted with a golden ring,—<br/>
Were these once mine? And am I still<br/>
Remembering?</p>
<p>A path that wanders wistfully<br/>
With no beginning there nor here,<br/>
Nor special grace that it should be<br/>
So sharply dear,</p>
<p>Unless,—what if when every day<br/>
Is yesterday, with naught to borrow,<br/>
I may slip down this wistful way<br/>
Into to-morrow?</p>
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