| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| The Dreamers |
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| WE are the deathless dreamers of the world. | |
| Errant and sad, our argosies must go | |
| On barren quests and all the winds that blow | |
| Lure us to battle where tall seas are hurled. | |
| When over us the last ninth wave has curled, | 5 |
| We are renascent still. The gods bestow | |
| Madness that lifts us on the ebb and flow. | |
| The flags of our defeat are never furled. | |
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| We were not born to find the golden fleece, | |
| Or win some white queen’s love, or storm the stars. | 10 |
| Yet, by great Pan, we were not born for peace! | |
| One prize is ours—beauty, time shall not slay: | |
| Terrible beauty from disastrous wars, | |
Mystical beauty from the realms of fey.
Ainslee’s Magazine | |
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