The times that answer time are such
They seem to few, and yet, too much;
We reach back, but in reaching out,
We see that joy beyond all doubt

Comes only within temporal guise:
Eternity, in its disguise,
Is love, straightforwardly displayed,
And within heaven's light arrayed.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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