John Fuller

Two Voices Love is a large hope in what, Unfound, imaginary, leaves us With a beautifying presence. Love always grieves us.’ So sang youth to the consenting air While age in deathly silence, thus: ‘Love is a regret for what, Lost or never was, assails us With a beautifying presence. Love never fails us.’

Two Voices

Love is a large hope in what,
Unfound, imaginary, leaves us
With a beautifying presence.
Love always grieves us.’

So sang youth to the consenting air
While age in deathly silence, thus:

‘Love is a regret for what,
Lost or never was, assails us
With a beautifying presence.
Love never fails us.’

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