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WHEN you and I, like all things kind or cruel, / The garnered days and light evasive hours, / Are gone again to be a part of flowers / And tears and tides, in life's divine renewal,
If some grey eve to certain eyes should wear / A deeper radiance than mere light can give, / Some silent page abruptly flush and live, / May it not be that you and I are there?