And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.
Any memory for the most part depending on chance.
Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.
In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
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Never such innocence, Never before or since, As changed itself to past Without a word--the men Leaving the gardens tidy, The thousands of marriages Lasting a little while longer: Never such innocence again.