Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust — T. S. Eliot

Sudden in a shaft of sunlight Even while the dust moves There rises the hidden laughter Of children in the foliage Quick now, here, now, always— Ridiculous the waste sad time Stretching before and after.

Four Quartets. Burnt Norton, V

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