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Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;Bright as the lightning in the collied night,That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,And ere a man hath power to say “Behold!”The jaws of darkness do devour it up:So quick bright things come to confusion.

Shakespeare.

There’s a crushing and a crashing—there’s a flaring and a flashing,There’s a rushing and a dashing, as if crowds were hurrying by—There’s a screaming and a shouting, as a multitude was routing,And phantom forms were flouting the blackness of the sky,And in mockery their voices are lifted wild and high, As they lilt a merry measure while they fly.

J. L. Forrest.

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