All Lovely Things

All lovely things will have an ending,
All lovely things will fade and die,
And youth, that's now so bravely spending,
Will beg a penny by and by.

poem by Conrad Aiken
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Discordants

I
Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread.
Now that I am without you, all is desolate,
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved:
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.
And in my heart they will remember always:
They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

II
My heart has become as hard as a city street:
The horses trample upon it, it sings like iron;
All day long and all night long they beat—

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poem by Conrad Aiken
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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