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An Eternity

by Archibald MacLeish, 1917

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 peach bough.
Dying shall never be
   Now in the windy grass;
Now under shooken leaves
   Death never was.

Published in Tower of Ivory

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