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Apr 2014
You, silent form, do tease us out of thought
As does eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
You shall remain, in the middle of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom you say,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,”—that is all
You know on earth, and all you need to know.
                                                        by John Keates
by John Keates
Marcus White
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