Daily Whitman

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Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

  Hast never come to thee an hour,
  A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
      fashions, wealth?
  These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
  To utter nothingness?

Posted on 23/12/2014, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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