When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
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And slowly read,and dream of the soft look, - V. r# B. B. a1 Y2 G* v
Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep. , ~- [$ f0 X1 f+ R+ B% ^8 p. y
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, 7 _% K& N M, q
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
/ d6 w7 L0 w- x" V) V0 r: ABut one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
5 @) N x% y2 j0 U2 MAnd loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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4 X! v9 W3 H$ a5 S- o3 d$ w6 _And bending down beside the glowing bars,
% M- o. C: X4 X( s$ NMurmur,a little sadly,how love fled, ! @' C/ {! O* T) j4 B
And paced upon the mountains overhead, " C: _; F. m8 A8 B$ w5 B8 a0 b
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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