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Tower of Ivory
I know
Where shines the sun
On windy spaces,
Where low
The shadows run,
The swallow races;
But Oh!
When youth is gone
The glory passes.
"TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS"
Now has all time culminated
In this pulse of dizzy blood;
Now eternity is mated
In this swift suspended flood
Of the sense that sings, Forever
Does this perfect Now abide,
And the brain that echoes, Never,
Never, never turns again this tide.
