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An Eternity by Archibald MacLeish
There is no dusk to be,
There is no dawn that was,
Only there's now, and now,
And the wind in the grass.
Days I remember of
Now in my heart, are now;
Days that I dream will bloom
White the peach bough.
Dying shall never be
Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
Death never was.
Source: http://www.davidmixner.com/2012/09/sundays-poetry-corner-archibald-macleish.html
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