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All That's Past

Rating: 2.9

Very old are the woods;
And the buds that break
Out of the brier's boughs,
When March winds wake,
So old with their beauty are--
Oh, no man knows
Through what wild centuries
Roves back the rose.
Very old are the brooks;
And the rills that rise
Where snow sleeps cold beneath
The azure skies
Sing such a history
Of come and gone,
Their every drop is as wise
As Solomon.

Very old are we men;
Our dreams are tales
Told in dim Eden
By Eve's nightingales;
We wake and whisper awhile,
But, the day gone by,
Silence and sleep like fields
Of amaranth lie.

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Fara 24 June 2021

This ia a wonderful poem

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Church Boy 20 November 2019

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Ashek Sarker 15 June 2015

we wake and whisper awhile but the day gone by..

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Love the last stanza. Favorite lines: “Our dreams are tales told in dim Eden by Eve’s nightingales.”

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