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Soft Sift

In Search Of Lost Time
I am soft sift

In an hourglass—at the wall

Fast, but mined with a motion, a drift,

And it crowds and it combs to the fall

[An excerpt from one stanza of The Wreck of the Deutschland, by Gerard Manley Hopkins]