Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). 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-days 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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