Honours
How do the flashes of light on the mirrorlike rivulet sparkle!
Seems the golden marge with its own ardour aglow.
But the ripples are carried adown the glittering highway
Forcing each other along, feather, and hasten away: —
Such is the fugitive spark which man denominates honour:
Not he shines, but the scene, where he may happen to be.
Seems the golden marge with its own ardour aglow.
But the ripples are carried adown the glittering highway
Forcing each other along, feather, and hasten away: —
Such is the fugitive spark which man denominates honour:
Not he shines, but the scene, where he may happen to be.
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