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Peace

Ah, but Time has touched a form
That could show what Homer’s age
Bred to be a hero’s wage.
‘Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form
Of such noble lines’ I said.
‘Such a delicate high head,
So much sternness and such charm,
Till they had changed us to like strength?’
Ah, but peace that comes at length,
Came when Time had touched her form.
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