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A power is on me, and my soul must speak / To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold / With those white-headed children. I am bold / To commune with thy setting, and to wreak / My doubts on thy grey hair; for I would seek / Thee in that other world, but I am told / Thou goest elsewhere and wilt never hold / Thy head so high as now. Oh I were weak, / Weak even to despair, could I forego / The tender vision which will give somehow / Thee standing brightly one day even as now!
Thou art a very grey old man, and so / I may not pass thee darkly, but bestow / A look of reverence on thy wrinkled brow.