(For Aline)
Now by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
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I cannot remember reading a more beautiful opening stanza. It is stunning. Absolutely stunning. ________Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in light should dance Walk weary and laborious ways?
Superb.... The darts of toil and sorrow, sent Against your peaceful beauty, are As foolish and as impotent As winds that blow against a star.