. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 74 KING TIME How it wound as it slowly meandered; How its owner would constantly bendIts unlimited length with all of his strength, In search of his other end. How it entered the Minute Hand Forest,And explored every leaf bordered track; How he peered here and there, and with utter despair,Tried to follow its windings back. How it curled round the trees of the woodland, While its body in dreadful suspense,Would stroll out and wait by the ill-omened gate, Or sit on the fateful fence. At his beautiful home in the valley, In the vine cov
. King Time; or The mystical land of the hours, a fantasy . 74 KING TIME How it wound as it slowly meandered; How its owner would constantly bendIts unlimited length with all of his strength, In search of his other end. How it entered the Minute Hand Forest,And explored every leaf bordered track; How he peered here and there, and with utter despair,Tried to follow its windings back. How it curled round the trees of the woodland, While its body in dreadful suspense,Would stroll out and wait by the ill-omened gate, Or sit on the fateful fence. At his beautiful home in the valley, In the vine covered cottage at Snooze,The Wollerp repined and endeavoured to find His beautiful russet And he cried from the Minute Hand Forest, I would give my existence to see 75 KING TIME Those beautiful shoes in my home at Snooze!Oh, where is the rest of me ? So he felt in each corner and closet,And he looked high and low for a day, But his absent mind, it was all confinedIn the head that had gone away. And anon, as he groped round undaunted, All in spite of his wandering head,Toward the close of the day a voice seemed to say, Have vou felt at the foot of the bed ?
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