Perpetual Light : a memorial by William Rose Benét
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The satyr and the centaur race below
Deriding wings above. Manful they meet and fight to overthrow All they are wearied of,-- Manful they build, demolish, drive, are driven,-- But you are free, who have more greatly striven, Yours is the light above their lightless heaven, For yours is Love! THE SILVER HIND Through the black forest You glance, you start,-- Through the black forest That is my heart! Beautiful, silver-heeled, Swift as wind, Topping the brake Like a flying hind! I have a bugle Of ivory The wizard of twilight Gave to me. I hear it winding in my heart, In the black forest, where you start. And I know, Like huntsmen in gold and green, |
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