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The Dial

A dreamer in the dark, I grow
Prophetic in the morning glow;
Thereon a slender shade I throw—
A sign in Babylon to say
"Thou'rt in the balance weighed, O Day,
Found wanting, and shalt waste away."
And now in Night's pavilion, all
The stars are writing on the wall,
"Behold, thy kingdom too must fall."

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