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PEACE

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Ah, that Time could touch a form

That could show what Homer’s age

Bred to be a hero’s wage.

“Were not all her life but storm,

Would not painters paint a form

Of such noble lines” I said.

“Such a delicate high head,

So much sternness and such charm,

Till they had changed us to like strength?”

Ah, but peace that comes at length,

Came when Time had touched her form.


The Green Helmet and Other Poems

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