![]() Are they those whom the world calls the victors, who won the success of a day? |
![]() Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part. |
![]() And the sky is cold and gray, And the wind in the trees keeps complaining That summer has passed away; -- |
![]() Now are hard and sharp and cold; Where's the love that through them blazed? Where's the tenderness of old? |
![]() As what we own. |
![]() Is on a grand and speculative scale Honest enough, so it be large enough. |
![]() I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace." |
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