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83
JANUS.
Lo, as we muse, and strive with wondering eye
To trace the semblance of the coming years,
Flower-crowned, fruit-laden, one by one appears
In gracious wise against a golden sky;
Yet when we turn to scan them as they fly,
This creeps and shudders, sick with wasting fears,
And that is blotted in a mist of tears,
And meets our wistful look with sob and sigh.
To trace the semblance of the coming years,
Flower-crowned, fruit-laden, one by one appears
In gracious wise against a golden sky;
Yet when we turn to scan them as they fly,
This creeps and shudders, sick with wasting fears,
And that is blotted in a mist of tears,
And meets our wistful look with sob and sigh.
And therefore did that ancient serious folk
Set high above the turmoil and the din
Of traffic, and the grim laborious day,
A carven God, twin-headed, blurred with smoke;—
The outer, kindly, trivial; but within
The eyes that love, the lips that seem to pray.
Set high above the turmoil and the din
Of traffic, and the grim laborious day,
A carven God, twin-headed, blurred with smoke;—
The outer, kindly, trivial; but within
The eyes that love, the lips that seem to pray.
Cambridge, 1884.
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