| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 60. Two Voices |
| | | By Alice Corbin |
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| THERE is a country full of wine | |
| And liquor of the sun, | |
| Where sap is running all the year, | |
| And spring is never done, | |
| Where all is good as it is fair, | 5 |
| And love and will are one. | |
| Old age may never come there, | |
| But ever in to-day | |
| The people talk as in a dream | |
| And laugh slow time away. | 10 |
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| But would you stay as now you are, | |
| Or as a year ago? | |
| Oh, not as then, for then how small | |
| The wisdom we did owe! | |
| Or if forever as to-day, | 15 |
| How little we could know! | |
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| Then welcome age, and fear not sorrow; | |
| To-day’s no better than to-morrow, | |
| Or yesterday that flies. | |
| By the low light in your eyes, | 20 |
| By the love that in me lies, | |
| I know we grow more lovely | |
| Growing wise. | |
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