thERE is grey in your hair.

        Young men no longer suddenly catch

        hen you are passing;

        But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing

        Because it was your prayer

        Recovered h.

        For your sole sake - t all s ache have known,

        And given to ots ache,

        From meagre girlting on

        Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake

        aroke of her doom,

        So great ion in t peaake

        By merely walking in a room.

        Your beauty    but leave among us

        Vague memories, not memories.

        A young man walking

        ill say to an old man, "tell me of t lady

        t stubborn h his passion sang us

        well have chilled his blood.

        Vague memories, not memories,

        But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.

        tainty t I s lady

        Leaning or standing or walking

        In t loveliness of womanhood,

        And hful eyes,

        me muttering like a fool.

        You are more beautiful than any one,

        A your body had a flaw:

        Your small    beautiful,

        And I am afraid t you will run

        And paddle to t

        In t mysterious, always brimming lake

        he holy law

        paddle and are perfect. Leave unged

        t I have kissed,

        For old sakes sake.

        t stroke of midnight dies.

        All day in the one chair

        From dream to dream and ro rhyme I have

        ranged

        In rambling talk h an image of air:

        Vague memories, not memories.
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