Time, Real and Imaginary

On the wide level of a mountain's head,

(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)

Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,

Two lovely children run an endless race,

       &nbsp       &nbspA sister and a brother!

       &nbsp       &nbspThis far outstripp'd the other;

Yet ever runs she with reverted face.

And looks and listens for the boy behind:

       &nbsp       &nbspFor he, alas! is blind!

O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,

And knows not whether he be first or last.