 | Gathered poems of Ernest Myers |  |
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AROUSAL
Hold us not here; the flowers have ceased to blow,
The frost begun:
Hold us not here; we will arise and go,
The dream is done.
The frost begun:
Hold us not here; we will arise and go,
The dream is done.
Our feet are set upon a sterner way,
And we must on;
Ease, thou hast dwelt with us a summer day,
But now begone.
And we must on;
Ease, thou hast dwelt with us a summer day,
But now begone.
Still deem we vain the strifes whose countering cries
Clash from afar,
Yet through their midst we seek one purer prize,
One beckoning star.
Clash from afar,
Yet through their midst we seek one purer prize,
One beckoning star.
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