Quote #30

Ah, no; the years, the years; Down their carved names the raindrop plows.

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  1. I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Ove…
  2. When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filme…
  3. Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke withou…
  4. This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I.
  5. That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgemen…
  6. And meadow rivulets overflow, And drops on gate bars hang in a row, And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I.
  7. What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win us…
  8. A star looks down at me, And says: 'Here I and you Stand each in our degree: What do you mean to do,- Mean to do?'

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