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Rh Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing! Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment Of beauty had, and golden summer spent, And savage glory of the fluttering Torn banners of the rain, and frosty ring Of moon-white winters, and the imminent Long-lunging seas, and glowing shoulders bent To race on some smooth beach the sea-gull's wing:

Not these, nor all we've been, nor all we've loved, The pitiful familiar names, had moved Our hearts to weep for them; but oh, the star The future is! Eternity's too wan To give again that undefeated, far, All-possible irradiance of dawn.