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The Sunlight on the GardenLouis Macneice The sunlight on the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold;When all is toldWe cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as free lancesAdvances towards its end;The earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descend;And soon, my friend,We shall have no time for dances. The sky […]