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Oft I remember those whom I have known / In other days, to whom my heart was led / As by a magnet, and who are not dead, / But absent, and their memories overgrown / With other thoughts and troubles of my own, / As graves with grasses are, and at their head / The stone with moss and lichens so o'erspread, / Nothing is legible but the name alone. / And is it so with them? After long years, / Do they remember me in the same way, / And is the memory pleasant as to me? / I fear to ask; yet wherefore are my fears? / Pleasures, like flowers, may wither and decay, / And yet the root perennial may be.