Nothing Else Is New
One moment when the dust today
Was flung against my upturned face,
I felt the winter’s breath convey
A dream once mine in childhood’s place.
Yet though I walk a farther mile,
The dream returns, unchanged in hue—
No sadder now than all the while,
For nothing else is ever new.
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