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Oh Not The Loss Of The Accomplished Thing N

Oh Not The Loss Of The Accomplished Thing
Not Dumb Farewells Nor Long Relinquishment
Of Beauty Had And Golden Summer Spent
And Savage Glory Of The Fluttering
Torn Banners Of The Rain And Frosty Ring
Of Moon White Winters And The Imminent
Long Lunging Seas And Glowing Students Bent
To Race On Some Smooth Beach The Gull"S Wing

Not These Nor All We"Ve Been Nor All We"Ve Loved
The Pitiful Familiar Names Had Moved
Our Hearts To Weep For Them But Oh The Star
The Future Is Eternity"S Too Wan
To Give Again That Undefeated Far
All Possible Irradiance Of Dawn.

Like Moon Dark Like Brown Water You Escape
O Laughing Mouth O Sweet Uplifted Lips.
Within The Peering Brain Old Ghosts Take Shape
You Flame And Wither As The White Foam Slips
Back From The Broken Wave Sometimes A Start
A Gesture Of The Hands A Way You Own
Of Bending That Smooth Head Above Your Heart
Then These Are Varied Then The Dream Is Gone.

Oh You Are Too Much Mine And Flesh Of Me
To Seal Upon The Brain Who In The Blood
Are So Intense A Pulse So Swift A Flood
Of Beauty Such Unceasing Instancy.
Dear Unimagined Brow Unvisioned Face
All Beauty Has Become Your Dwelling Place..

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by:- admin posted in:- archibald macleish

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