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Alfred Noyes - Epilogue
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Carol, every violet has	
Heaven for a looking-glass!	
	
Every little valley lies	
Under many-clouded skies;	
Every little cottage stands	
Girt about with boundless lands.	
Every little glimmering pond	
Claims the mighty shores beyond—	
Shores no seamen ever hailed,	
Seas no ship has ever sailed.	
	
All the shores when day is done	
Fade into the setting sun,	
So the story tries to teach	
More than can be told in speech.	
	
Beauty is a fading flower,	
Truth is but a wizard`s tower,	
Where a solemn death-bell tolls,	
And a forest round it rolls.	
	
We have come by curious ways	
To the light that holds the days;	
We have sought in haunts of fear	
For that all-enfolding sphere:	
And lo! it was not far, but near.	
We have found, O foolish-fond,	
The shore that has no shore beyond.	
	
Deep in every heart it lies	
With its untranscended skies;	
For what heaven should bend above	
Hearts that own the heaven of love?	
	
Carol, Carol, we have come	
Back to heaven, back to home.
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