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Never shun a glory low and faded
But stand upon the backs of ages
Climb the columns and tangle hands
In vines wreathing alabaster span
Green touch of time on ruined might
As flowers strewn on graves incite
A soft fatality, a delight sublime
In wondrous crafts of bygone times

© Elizabeth Cook, 2012-2013


Elizabeth is a student and poet from Ontatio, Canada. This is a short, metaphysical piece that to use has all the feel of the great poets of the 18th and 19th centuries.