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what's o'clock
FOOTING UP A TOTAL
I moved to the sound of gold, and brass, and heavily clashed silver.
From the towers, the watchers see the flags of my coming:
Tall magenta flags
Stinging against a pattern of light blue.
Trumpets and tubas
Exult for me before the walls of cities,
And I pass the gates entangled in a dance of lifted tambourines.
From the towers, the watchers see the flags of my coming:
Tall magenta flags
Stinging against a pattern of light blue.
Trumpets and tubas
Exult for me before the walls of cities,
And I pass the gates entangled in a dance of lifted tambourines.
But you—you come only as a harebell comes;
One day there is nothing, and the next your steepled bells are all,
The rest is background.
One day there is nothing, and the next your steepled bells are all,
The rest is background.
