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On Sundays when the church bells ring / Their island-towered summoning / I see the Nineties go / Gravely around the narrow cornered way / As they have gone for many a changing day / Steady and slow.
At twilight before window lights are lit / I see them, whitehaired, backward musing, sit / Beside their narrow pane / And then to me who wander through the streets / The new life with their olden living meets / And they are young again.