Very many the skirts of existence which every night the heavens
Fasten together & make holes in its pocket
Every day many periods of joy & sorrow
He draws from the water & carries below the earth.


P 517

O many's the vestment of being the heavens each night
Knit up and presently rend it in sunder outright!
O many's the glad thing and sad thing that Time to light
Still daily bringeth and beareth away from sight!

Th 117

Many 's the garb of being Heaven doth sew
Each night, and then its breast doth rend in two ;
Many 's the joy and sorrow Time each day
Brings from the waters, bears to earth below.

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