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[LXXXI. If pain for peace prepares]
If pain for peace prepares,
Lo the “Augustan” years
Our feet await!
Lo the “Augustan” years
Our feet await!
If Springs from Winter rise,
Can the Anemone's
Be reckoned up?
Can the Anemone's
Be reckoned up?
If night stands first, then noon,
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze—
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze—
When, from a thousand skies,
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!
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