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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  North and West,

  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.

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