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segunda-feira, 26 de agosto de 2013

'That night when joy began'

That night when joy began
Our narrowest veins to flush,
We waited for the flash
Of morning's leveled gun.

But morning let us pass,
And day by day relief
Outgrows his nervous laugh,
Grown credulous of peace,

As mile by mile is seen
No trespasser's reproach
And love's best glasses reach
No fields but are his own.

W. H. Auden

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