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To show the Country of the Ever Young,
The ancient spirit cast his scythe to earth,
rolled back the years and all the world grew still,
though breathing like a giant, lost in sleep.
No paradise was glimpsed through waves of bliss,
no diadem of stars nor white-gold gate
But faces blank and wandering through time,
A dreamland trench where nightmares
drank corpse deep,  each finger pointing
 to an old signpost whereupon was writ:
' Behold, the Kingdom of the Ever Young,
Where none need fear the terrors of old age.'

And when I woke, my lantern by me lay
bright by an unknown hand,though it was  day.

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romney
Jul. 2nd, 2016 01:01 am (UTC)
This I like.
smokingboot
Jul. 2nd, 2016 07:59 am (UTC)
Thanks!
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