Poetic interlude

We lack the courage to be where we are: –
We love too much to travel on old roads,
To triumph on old fields; we love too much
To consecrate the magic of dead things,
And yieldingly to linger by long walls
Of ruin, where the ruinous moonlight
That sheds a lying glory on old stones
Befriends us with a wizard’s enmity
      (Edwin Arlington Robinson, Octaves, XV)

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