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/ The days that clothed white limbs with heat, / And rocked the red rose on their breast, / Have passed with amber-sandaled feet / Into the ruby-gated west.
/ These were the days that filled the heart / With overflowing riches of / Life, in whose soul no dream shall start / But hath its origin in love.
/ Now come the days gray-huddled in / The haze; whose foggy footsteps drip; / Who pin beneath a gypsy chin / The frosty marigold and hip.
/ The days, whose forms fall shadowy / Athwart the heart: whose misty breath / Shapes saddest sweets of memory / Out of the bitterness of death.