The Lamp of Life - Florence

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This is a very old scanned photo I took in 2001 in Florence, Italy. I like the atmosphere and the strong grain.
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The Lamp of Life

A poem by Amy Lowell

Always we are following a light,
Always the light recedes; with groping hands
We stretch toward this glory, while the lands

We journey through are hidden from our sight
Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night,
We care not, all our utmost need demands

Is but the light, the light! So still it stands
Surely our own if we exert our might.

Fool! Never can'st thou grasp this fleeting gleam,
Its glowing flame would die if it were caught,

Its value is that it doth always seem
But just a little farther on. Distraught,

But lighted ever onward, we are brought
Upon our way unknowing, in a dream.

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