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always rising

Nothing I cared,
in the lambwhite days,
that time would take me

Up to the swallowthronged loft
by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,

Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm
forever fled from the childless land.

Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

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final stanza of "Fern Hill", :Dylan Thomas (1914 - 1953)

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