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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
AGE.
Old age! The sound is harsh, and grates:Yet Life's a semblance, not a Truth:
Time binds an hourly changing mask
On Souls in changeless light that bask—
Younger we grow when near the gates
Of everlasting Youth!
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |