fall into sleep thy body always Spring,
let thy hair uncrisply from mutest gold
turn from youth's splendors
towar' wrinkles; fold.
of thy mouth make early nothing,
as April flowers tender
pass thy lips to clearings cold
with kissless hours slender.
fear not the weary mile
treaded years shall always bring
walk in fasted silence
and of thy ending slowly sing.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
fall into sleep thy body always Spring,
let thy hair uncrisply from mutest gold
turn from youth's splendors
towar' wrinkles; fold.
of thy mouth make early nothing,
as April flowers tender
pass thy lips to clearings cold
with kissless hours slender.
fear not the weary mile
treaded years shall always bring
walk in fasted silence
and of thy ending slowly sing.
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