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SONNET V
THEE
When I grow grey and men shall say to me,
“What was the worth of living, truly told?—
Lo! thou hast lived thy life out; thou art old;
Thou hast gathered fruit from many a green-leafed tree,
And kissed love's lips by many a summer sea,
And twined soft hands in locks of shining gold:—
But all thy days are dead days now, behold!
Life passes onward,—what is life to thee?”
“What was the worth of living, truly told?—
Lo! thou hast lived thy life out; thou art old;
Thou hast gathered fruit from many a green-leafed tree,
And kissed love's lips by many a summer sea,
And twined soft hands in locks of shining gold:—
But all thy days are dead days now, behold!
Life passes onward,—what is life to thee?”
Then will I answer,—as thy gracious eyes,
Love, gleam upon me from dim far-off skies,—
“Life had its endless deathless charm,—and still
That charm weaves rapture round me at my will.
Life has its glory:—for I have seen Thee;
And roses,—and June sunsets,—and the sea.”
Love, gleam upon me from dim far-off skies,—
“Life had its endless deathless charm,—and still
That charm weaves rapture round me at my will.
Life has its glory:—for I have seen Thee;
And roses,—and June sunsets,—and the sea.”
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