It was a quiet way
He asked if I was his.
I made no answer of the
Tongue,
But answer of the eyes.
And then he bore me high
Before this mortal noise,
With swiftness as of chariots
And distance as of wheels.
The world did drop away
As countries from the feet
Of him that leaneth in
Balloon
Upon an ether street.
The gulf behind was not—
The continents were new.
Eternity it was—before
Eternity was due.
No seasons were to us;
It was not night nor
Noon;
For sunrise stopped upon
The place
And fastened it in dawn.
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