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You come to live with strangers; those you know,
Old friends, dear kinsfolk, soon will seem no more
Than phantoms of some fleeting fairy shore
You touched on once in dreams, that gleam and go.
Not long their looks shall keep the after-glow,
Nor long ev'n I shall tarry as before,
And no new life can the changed world restore,
For this is life—a tide without a flow.
Old friends, dear kinsfolk, soon will seem no more
Than phantoms of some fleeting fairy shore
You touched on once in dreams, that gleam and go.
Not long their looks shall keep the after-glow,
Nor long ev'n I shall tarry as before,
And no new life can the changed world restore,
For this is life—a tide without a flow.
What, shall I change? Ay, love, and more than all;
My face will wear more wrinkled than the sea,
My hair be wintered ere your youth be done,
My fruit-tree wither ere your blossom fall,
But, at my heart, yours hath such hold of me,
That, in Love's eyes, we still shall count for one.
My face will wear more wrinkled than the sea,
My hair be wintered ere your youth be done,
My fruit-tree wither ere your blossom fall,
But, at my heart, yours hath such hold of me,
That, in Love's eyes, we still shall count for one.
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