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When I am old! Oh Love, who well can say / Whether within a year, a month, a day / Or six times ten years that dead time shall come / When Hope is pale and wan Desire stands dumb, / And Love though living, clasps with fingers cold, / When we are old.
I think, perhaps, that Boundary's dim outline / Will not be crossed by these swift steps of mine, / But while Desire is warm, and Hope still thrills / I shall go hence and look from unseen hills / On mighty scrolls of centuries unrolled, / I still not old.
To Be: unpierced by Vision. Break the Glass! / But if fourscore and ten my years should pass, / Witness, dear eyes! Mine, looking back, shall see / Towers of strength, and Peaceful Seas, and Thee, / And Love, a fragrant cerement, my heart shall fold / When I am old.