Fair And Brief
So fair, that all the morning aches With such monotony! So brief, that sadness breaks The brittle spell. Nothing so fair, nothing so brief: The sun leaps up and falls. The wind tosses every leaf: Every leaf dies. Blossom, a white cloud in the air, Is blown like a cloud away. Must all be brief, being fair? Nothing remain? Yes, night and that high regiment Of stars that wheel and march, Ever their bright lines bent To a secret thought; Moving immutable, bright and grave, Fair beyond all things fair; Though all else vanish, save Imagination's dream.
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"So fair, that all the morning aches..."
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