Each hour of the day can be a dawn,
Each day an hour; time is what we will.
And if we do not wish it to go on,
We can imagine that it's standing still.
Equal to that, we can discover more
In one short hour of defined attention
Than in a day we casually explore.
Therefore since time is clearly an invention,
Dear love, do not imagine we waste time
Being apart: for that time has no meaning
And shall be over in a single chime
Of churchbells - not in their excessive keening
Of hours and days: they may not order here
For we will wish away the waiting, dear.
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