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If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?
If night stands fast—then noon
To gird us for the sun
What gaze!
When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!
If springs from winter rise
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?
If night stands fast—then noon
To gird us for the sun
What gaze!
When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
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