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‘VREN I grow old, sweet earth, and thou more fair : When I have seen the ruins, heard the enisli Of many temples falling ; felt the glare
Of sunlight through their shattered domes, the ash, Sir fine and grey, like grief itself descend, That once was new-built cities, prosperous known : When I shall say : Behold the tides that wash O'er yonder mudflats, and the winds that bend The outstretched wings of cormorant on his throne : With ever more resistless urge they move To that sad age-long sighing round the shore Which is of earth and sea the whispered love ; For man is dead, his voice is heard no mom : - Then, only then, contentment will be long : In that eternal resting and sublime For ever on some crag that beetles o'er Both land and sea, I'll hear the gentle song. They call me Time : 0 tiredness of Time.
1107011 JOHN.
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