Peaceful and filled with pain beyond surmise,
Filled with an ancient woe man cannot reach
One moment though in fire; yet calm their speech.”
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“Then these,” said Dymer, “were the world I wooed ...
These were the holiness of flowers and grass
And desolate dews ... these, the eternal mood
Blowing the eternal theme through men that pass.
I called myself their lover—I that was
Less fit for that long service than the least