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Rh O lithe young limbs and radiant, grave young eyes,

Now have you taught us beauty cannot fade;

This summer finds a rounding of the skies,

And all the summer night is overlaid

With calm, a strength, a loveliness, a lending

Of grace that will not go, that has no ending.

And I had planned a future filled with bright

Upstanding days that found and held the sun

Even where shadows are. When these were done,

Sleep, with a heart made curiously light....

I dreamed so much...as all men dream at night...

Of tasks, and the fine heat of them, the cool

That comes by dusk like color on a pool:

Now this is over and new things begun.

Now this is over, and my dreams are caught

Up in a great cloud terrible and unsought,

And all my hours, so straightly marked before,

Are blown and broken by the wind of war;

I only know there is no time for reaping;

The trumpets care so little for my sleeping.

After great labor comes great calm, great rest,

The wonder of contentment, and surcease,

And once again we feel the wind and see