| The first Day's Night had come-- |
| And grateful that a thing |
| So terrible--had been endured-- |
| I told my soul to sing-- |
| She said her Strings were snapt-- |
| Her Bow--to Atoms blown-- |
| And so to mend her--gave me work |
| Until another Morn-- |
| And then--a Day as huge |
| As Yesterday's in pairs, |
| Unrolled it's horror in my face-- |
| Until it blocked my eyes-- |
| My Brain--begun to laugh-- |
| I mumbled--like a fool-- |
| And tho' 'tis Years ago--that Day-- |
| My Brain keeps giggling--still. |
| And Something's odd--within-- |
| That person that I was-- |
| And this One--do not feel the same-- |
| Could it be Madness--this? |
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