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If you, that have grown old were the first dead / Neither Caltapa tree nor scented lime / Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread / Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of time.
Let the new faces play what tricks they will / In the old rooms; night can outbalance day, / Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, / The living seem more shadowy than they.