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Digby Mackworth Dolben - A Song |
The world is young today:
...Forget the gods are old,
...Forget the years of gold
When all the months were May.
A little flower of Love
...Is ours, without a root,
...Without the end of fruit,
Yet--take the scent thereof.
There may be hope above,
...There may be rest beneath;
...We see them not, but Death
Is palpable--and Love.
.....A Song by Digby Mackworth Dolben
