THE MIRACLES
by Ivor Gurney
What things I have missed today, I know very wellBut the seeing of them each new time is miracle,Nothing between Bredon and Dursley hasAny day yesterday's precise unpraised grace.The changed light, or curve changed mistilyCoppice now bold cut: yesterday's mystery.A sense of mornings, once seen, for ever gone,It's own for ever; alive, dead, my possession
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