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It is this that you get for being so far-sighted. Not so many years / For the myopic, as for me, / The delightful shape, implored and hard of heart, proceeding / Into the past unheeding, / (No wave of the hand, no backward look to see / If I still stand there) clear and precise along that road appears.
The trees that edge that road run parallel / For eyes like mine past many towns, past hell seen plainly;
All that has happened shades that street;
Children all day, even the awkward, the ungainly / Of mind, work out on paper problems more abstruse;
Demonstrably these eyes will close / Before those hedges meet.