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  <description>It took me years to get around reading this whole poem. Agee&apos;s verse is very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Permit Me Voyage (1934) by James Agee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description of Elysium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There: far, friends: ours: dear dominion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Whole health resides with peace,&lt;br /&gt;Gladness and never harm,&lt;br /&gt;There not time turning,&lt;br /&gt;Not fear of flower of snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where marbling water slides&lt;br /&gt;No charm may halt of chill,&lt;br /&gt;Air aisling the open acres,&lt;br /&gt;And all the gracious trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spout up their standing fountains&lt;br /&gt;Of wind-beloved green&lt;br /&gt;And the blue conclaved mountains&lt;br /&gt;Are grave guards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some and springing field&lt;br /&gt;Wide one tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;The unalterable hour&lt;br /&gt;Smiles deathlessness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure on this shining night&lt;br /&gt;Of starmade shadows roundm&lt;br /&gt;Kindness must watch for me&lt;br /&gt;This side the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late year lies down the north.&lt;br /&gt;All is healed, all is health.&lt;br /&gt;High summer holds the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hearts all whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure on this shining night I weep for wonder wandring far alone&lt;br /&gt;Of shadows on the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thorn bone bare&lt;br /&gt;Silenced with iron the branch&apos;s gullet:&lt;br /&gt;Rattling merely on the air&lt;br /&gt;Of hornleaved holly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stony mark where sand was by&lt;br /&gt;The water of a nailèd foot:&lt;br /&gt;The berry harder than the beak:&lt;br /&gt;The whole beneath the dead oak root:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All now brought quiet&lt;br /&gt;Through the latest throe&lt;br /&gt;Quieted and ready and quiet:&lt;br /&gt;Still not snow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thorn bone bare&lt;br /&gt;Iron in the silenced gully&lt;br /&gt;Rattling only the air&lt;br /&gt;Through hornleaved holly.</description>
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