Poems (Browning)/Air Castles

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Air Castles
We ever plan through crowding days,
 Through humdrum, born of duty's name,
The morn shall bring the traveled ways,
 We ever plan, and to what aim?

We ever build our castles fair
 With time the doubly precious cost,
And though they vanish into air,
 We little count love's labor lost.


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