Perpetual Light : a memorial by William Rose Benét
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Glittered its day.
Cleopatra gazed upon it Through shadowed lids. High halls they built to shun it In the Pyramids. It opens babies' hands That crawl to snatch its beams. Through hovels in ancient lands Its splendor streams. Eternal wells of light Its largeness shows. There shall be no more night Its conscience knows. It is a smiling stranger, A fainting hour, Love and peace and danger And the mock of power. Yet have I said no word Of what it is. Only--my heart is stirred By its mysteries! AND A LONG WAY OFF HE SAW FAIRYLAND |
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