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[XXIV
My life shall count by the smile and tear]
My life shall count by the smile and tear,
By the flash of blue in an eye I know.
It's a world of time since June last year
And a timeless world I am living now.
By the flash of blue in an eye I know.
It's a world of time since June last year
And a timeless world I am living now.
One year ago! That we should have walked
The very path we are walking now!
And—tell me, do you remember?—talked
Likewise one little year ago?
The very path we are walking now!
And—tell me, do you remember?—talked
Likewise one little year ago?
Dear love, what a trick Time plays on us!—
As tho' the hour and day could give
A rule for passage! or all this fuss
Of the sun be measure how long we live!
As tho' the hour and day could give
A rule for passage! or all this fuss
Of the sun be measure how long we live!
Life is older than all the æons;
And younger than any moment, youth.
For aught that the earth go gathering seasons
The fact o' the Spring is the world's best truth.
And younger than any moment, youth.
For aught that the earth go gathering seasons
The fact o' the Spring is the world's best truth.
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