A horizon was taken.


    A horizon was lost.


    Not by my past,


    but Progress, Dear One.


    Yet a window still opens between


    two grand builds;


    That displays trees, clouds and


    sky beyond.


    Yet I miss the horizon of the


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    Where the weather coursed,


    Where distant Towers and


    aquamarine caressed.


    But there will be others,


    my heart says;


    Others that are grander,


    Others wider and more


    beautiful still:


    To the Horizons new and


    Horizons yet to come;


    Each one more breath-taking


    than the last.