High Falcon & Other Poems/Time and Spirit

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TIME AND SPIRIT
Spirit going with me here,If thou tellest time aright,It's by some ancestral clockOlder than the golden sun,And his measure trod with night.
Rarely by my calendarBite or sup for thee is spread,Yet thou comst not grace forgoneAs the jostling starvelings do,But most mannerly art fed.
Half my store consumes to keepThis poor lamp which warmeth me.Thou that takst no thought to liveIn a delicate excessSpendst more brightness than I see.
How should thou and I keep step?Threescore ten was set my raceOf just distancing the worm;But a lifetime to a sphereLends a more exalted pace.
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