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An Eternity
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
Days I remember of Now in my heart, are now; Days that I dream will bloom White peach bough.
Dying shall never be Now in the windy grass; Now under shooken leaves Death never was.
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Archibald Macleish was born in Glencoe, Illinois, on May 7, 1892. In 1944 he was appointed assistant Secretary of State for cultural affairs. |
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