Perpetual Light : a memorial by William Rose Benét
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Stricken and whirled,
Swept like a leaf on the blast of the night Back to the world! Breathing beside me--your breath! Listen! The night is so still God could be heard if he talked with Death As a man at night might talk on a hill Gently and sad to a friend Of the things we always intend ... Night without end for Him--_night without end_...! This is the song I have made Of the night when I was afraid, Of the night too breathless, too still, When I lay like stone--alone--alone, However near me the love we kill. What of the love we kill? Pride that died and darkness that grew! This is the song I began to wreathe ... Ah, but God remembered,--it is not true! _And you--you live, you breathe!_ AFTER (Introductory Poem) |
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