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Christopher Brennan - "The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone . ."Christopher Brennan - "The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone . ."
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The grand cortège of glory and youth is gone flaunt standards, and the flood of brazen tone: I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbled down, emptied of warmth and life, and the little town lies cold and ruin`d, all its bravery done, wind-blown, wind-blown, where not even dust may rest. No cymbal-clash warms the chill air: the way lies stretch`d beneath a slanting afternoon, the which no piled pyres of the slaughter`d sun, no silver sheen of eve shall follow: Day, ta`en at the throat and choked, in the huge slum o` the common world, shall fall across the coast, yellow and bloodless, not a wound to boast. But if this bare-blown waste refuse me home and if the skies wither my vesper-flight, `twere well to creep, or ever livid night wrap the disquiet earth in horror, back where the old church stands on our morning`s track, and in the iron-entrellis`d choir, among rust tombs and blazons, where an isle of light is bosom`d in the friendly gloom, devise proud anthems in a long forgotten tongue: so cozening youth`s despair o`er joy that dies.
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