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_This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end -- / That we outlive the impatient years and the much too patient friend: / And because we know we have breath in our mouth and think we have / thought in our head, / We shall assume that we are alive, whereas we are really dead._
We shall not acknowledge that old stars fade or alien planets arise / (That the sere bush buds or the desert blooms or the ancient well-head dries), / Or any new compass wherewith new men adventure 'neath new skies.