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When we that wore the myrtle wear the dust, / And years of daikness cover up our eyes, / And all our arrogant laughter and sweet lust
Keep counsel with the scruples of the wise;
When boys and girls that now are in the loins
Of croaking lads, dip oar into the sea,- And who are these that dive for copper coins? No longer we, my love, no longer we- Then let the fortunate breathers of the air, / When we lie speechless in the muffling mould, / Tease not our ghosts with slander, pause not there
To say that love is false and soon grows cold, / But pass in silence the mute grave of two
Who lived and died believing love was true.