1910 · CLOSE READING
The World’s Tragedy
The World’s Tragedy (1910), PDF p. 83
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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY.
O blest is the laughter
Of Arcady’s groves
That chases us after
To delicate loves,
The frolics, the fancies,
The fires, the desires,
The dives and the dances,
The lutes and the lyres !
Follow, o follow,
Sweet seed of the sun !
Through the wood, through the hollow,
The race is begun
That shall fill the day up
With the roses of pleasure,
The rod — and the cup —
And the crown of our treasure !
Sweet are our voices ;
Our bodies are bare ;
Their spirit rejoices
Afloat in the air,
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