Time, Real and Imaginary*
An Allegory

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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,
          A sister and a brother !
         This far outstripp'd the other ;
     Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
     And looks and listens for the boy behind :
          For he, alas! is blind!
O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.



*from the Electronic Text Center at the University of Virginia, (http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/stc.html) 

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