But, under all, my heart believes the day
Was not diviner over Athens, nor
The West wind sweeter thro' the Cyclades
Than here and now; and from the altar of To-day
The eloquent, quick tongues of flame uprise
As fervid, if not unfaltering as of old,
And life atones with speed and plenitude
For coarser texture. Our poor present will,
Far in the brooding future, make a past
Full of the morning's music still, and starred
With great tears shining on the eyelids' eaves
Of our immortal faces yearning t'wards the sun.
A Fragment
Sydney Wheeler Jephcott
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Poem topics: future, heart, life, music, poor, sun, wind, great, morning, flame, speed, texture, shining, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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