Quote#Peace
For ever... well... it droops the mouth. Till I
Quote byStephen Vincent Benét · 1898–1943
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Lover in Hell.
English (original)
For ever... well... it droops the mouth. Till I Look up. There's one blue patch no smoke dares touch. Sky, clear, ineffable, alive with light, Always the same... Before, I never knew Rest and green peace.
— Stephen Vincent Benét
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