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My heart has grown rich with the passing of years, / I have less need now than when I was young / To share myself with every comer / Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.
It is one to me that they come or go / If I have myself and the drive of my will, / And strength to climb on a summer night / And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Let them think I love them more than I do, / Let them think I care, though I go alone; / If it lifts their pride, what is it to me / Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.