While the West Is Paling, par Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound

While the West Is Paling

While the west is paling

Starshine is begun.

While the dusk is failing

Glimmers up the sun.

So, till darkness cover

Life’s retreating gleam,

Lover follows lover,

Dream succeeds to dream.

Stoop to my endeavour,

O my love, and be

Only and for ever

Sun and stars to me.

#Americans #XXCentury

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