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- Oh, no man knows
- Through what wild centuries
- Roves back the rose.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
- Very old are we men;
- Our dreams are tales
- Told in dim Eden
- By Eve's nightingales;
- We wake and whisper awhile,
- But, the day gone by,
- Silence and sleep like fields
- Of amaranth lie.
WALTER DE LA MARE, All That's Past
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