TAILIEUCHUNG - Within A Budding Grove

That men in armour may be born With serpents’ teeth the field is sown; Rains mould, winds bend, suns gild the corn Too quickly ripe, too early mown. I scan the quivering heads, behold The features, catch the whispered breath Of friends long garnered in the cold Unopening granaries of death, Whose names in solemn cadence ring Across my slow oblivious page. Their friendship was a finer thing Than fame, or wealth, or honoured age, And—while you live and I—shall last Its tale of seasons with us yet Who cherish, in the undying past, The men we never can. | Within a Budding Grove By Marcei Proust Transiated By . Scott Moncrieff Published by Planet eBook. Visit the site to download free eBooks of classic literature books and novels. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial United States License. Within A Budding Grove A 1 ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs Vol. 2 of Remembrance of Things Past À la Recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust Translated from the French by C. K. Scott Moncrieff Free eBooks at Planet

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