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Sonnet 28
Edna St. Vincent Millay

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When we are old and these rejoicing veins

Are frosty channels to a muted stream,

And out of all our burning there remains

No feeblest spark to fire us, even in dream,

This be our solace: that it was not said

When we were young and warm and in our our prime,

Upon our couch we lay as lie the dead,

Sleeping away the unreturning time.

O sweet, O heavy-lidded, O my love,

When morning strikes her spear upon the land,

And we must rise and arm us and reprove

The insolent daylight with a steady hand,

Be not discountenanced if the knowing know

We rose from rapture but an hour ago.

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"Heaven and Earth"

artist unknown

Applet code by David Griffiths.

Messing with that code by JMK

 

Thanks to sweetmarie for showing me the site
with David Griffiths' work, and
thanks to jensen1 for the nudge to try it!

 

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