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THE world's great age begins anew
The golden years return The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven smiles and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks2 of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star; Where fairer Tempes bloom there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep. A loftier Argo cleaves4 the main Another Orpheus sings again And loves and weeps and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore. O write no more the tale of Troy If earth Death's scroll6 must be— Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles7 of death Thebes never knew. Another Athens shall arise And to remoter time Bequeath like sunset to the skies The splendour of its prime; And leave if naught8 so bright may live All earth can take or Heaven can give. Saturn9 and Love their long repose10 Shall burst more bright and good Than all who fell than One who rose Than many unsubdued: Not gold not blood their altar dowers But votive tears and symbol flowers. O cease! must hate and death return? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn1 Of bitter prophecy! The world is weary of the past— O might it die or rest at last! 点击收听单词发音
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