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Time is the winged messengerOf the Hearts Desire;Wondrous herald! Tidings fairIs his life entire.Think not, thou shalt never winThe Beloved to view:The desire thy breast withinStill is raw, and new!Well I know that thou dost soarHawklike high in air;Yet beware the Fowler, forAncient is his snare.How may Gabriel aspire Where Mans dust shall fly?If his present fame is higher, Tis his roof thats high!All thy life is breath to take, Knowing not, frail man,That true living is to break The days talisman.Of the science of the West This much I will speak:Sweet are sighs and tears expressedWhile the gaze is weak.Oer the Crescent and the Cross I am raised sublime;Other tumult now doth tossIn the brain of Time.