Alice Duer Miller - An American to France

Alice Duer Miller - An American to France

O FRANCE, with what a shamed and sorry smile br We now recall that in a bygone day br We sought of you art, wit, perfection, style; br You were to us a playground and a play. br Paris was ours - its sudden green edged spaces br And sweeping vistas to the coming night, br Brocades and jewels, porcelains and laces br All these we took for leisure and delight. br And all the time we should have drunk our fill br Of wisdom known to you and you alone, br Clear-eyed self-knowledge, silent courage, will; br And now too late, we see these things are one: br That art is sacrifice and self-control, br And who loves beauty must be stern of soul.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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