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December 16, 2008 in Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street,
That we’ve immortal place, Though pyramids decay, And kingdoms, like the orchard, Flit russetly away.
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