 | Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge |  |
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[XI
We loved too perfectly for praise
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We loved too perfectly for praiseThe spread of noon's sun-startled sea,
We loved the large tranquillity
Of flowing distances and days.
In calm, dark sunsets or the blaze
Of moonlit waves, the ecstasy
And spacious thought of liberty
Thrilled us in deep and silent ways.
We loved too much for song or speech
The stars' exalted loneliness,
And in the tacit tenderness
Of hearts thrown open each to each
We found the perfect peace that brings
A foretaste of eternal things.
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