The Collected Verse of Robert Hillyer

The Collected Verse of Robert Hillyer

The Collected Verse of Robert Hillyer

The Collected Verse of Robert Hillyer

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For Ever

When I say For Ever I think of the temple of Zeus,

The broken drums of the columns buried in grass;

Marble avails not, words are of little use,

It is longer than miles from Olympia to Patras.

For Ever is marble, For Ever is white and tall,

But the road I follow ends in a tangle of weeds

Where lie the drums of the columns, the stones of the wall,

Broken letters of a word that no man reads.

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