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Gravis Dulcis Immutabilis

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Come, let me kiss your wistful face     Where Sorrow curves her bow of pain,     And live sweet days and bitter days     With you, or wanting you again.     I dread your perishable gold:     Come near me now; the years are few.     Alas, when you and I are old     I shall not want to look at you:     And yet come in. I shall not dare     To gaze upon your countenance,     But I shall huddle in my chair,     Turn to the fire my fireless glance,     And listen, while that slow and grave     Immutable sweet voice of yours     Rises and falls, as falls a wave     In summer on forgotten shores.

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"Come, let me kiss your wistful face..."

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