Analysis of Time, Real And Imaginary

On the wide level of a mountain's head,
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,
Two lovely children run an endless race,
      A sister and a brother !
      This far outstripp'd the other ;
     Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
     And looks and listens for the boy behind :
     [Image] For he, alas ! is blind !
O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
And knows not whether he be first or last.