The constant sky to my unresting sea;

Yet, since 'tis you that rule me, I but find

A finer freedom in such tyranny.

Were the world's anxious kingdoms govern'd so,

Lost were their wrongs, and vanish'd half their woe!

Laurence Binyon.

Laurence Binyon.

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AMAVIMUS, AMAMUS, AMABIMUS

ersephone, Persephone!

Still I fancy I can see 

Thee amid the daffodils.

Golden wealth thy basket fills;

Golden blossoms at thy breast;

Golden hair that shames the West;

Golden sunlight round thy head!

Ah! the golden years have fled;

Thee have reft, and me have left

Here alone, thy loss to mourn.

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