Here
in the fashioning chamber of the worlds.
An
interval was left twixt act and act,
Twixt
birth and birth, twixt dream and waking dream,
A pause
that gave new strength to do and be.
(Book
two, Canto fifteen)
His
day is a moment in perpetual Time;
He is
the prey of the minutes and the hours.
(Book
three, Canto four)
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