There is a Zone whose even Years
There is a Zone whose even Years
No Solstice interrupt
Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
Whose perfect Seasons wait
Whose Summer set in Summer, till
The Centuries of June
And Centuries of August cease
And Consciousness is Noon.
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