“Heart of my heart, we cannot die!
Love triumphant in flower and tree,
Every life that laughs at the sky
Tells us nothing can cease to be:
One, we are one with the song to-day,
One with the clover that scents the world,
One with the Unknown, far away,
One with the stars, when earth grows old.”

— Alfred Noyes

Unity, § II
The Golden Hynde and Other Poems (1914)

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English poet 1880–1958

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