You can't step in the same river twice...
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility.
We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayI first surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.
Great. Now *I* won't be able to read it normally ever again, either. Should I blame xkcd for the idea or you for posting the whole thing?
I would place the blame ENTIRELY on them!
Why, hello there!