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THE HOUR-GLASS
When they are millions and they will not speak—
[Children have run out.
But they are gone; what made them run away?
[The Fool comes in with a dandelion
Look at me, tell me if my face is changed,
Is there a notch of the fiend's nail upon it
Already? Is it terrible to sight?
Because the moment's near.
[Going to glass.
I dare not look,
I dare not know the moment when they come.
No, no, I dare not. (Covers glass.)
Will there be a footfall,
Or will there be a sort of rending sound,
Or else a cracking, as though an iron claw
