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- OLD MEMORY
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- O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end of day
- Awakens an old memory, and say,
- "Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind,
- It might call up a new age, calling to mind
- The queens that were imagined long ago,
- Is but half yours: he kneaded in the dough
- Through the long years of youth, and who would have thought
- It all, and more than it all, would come to naught,
- And that dear words meant nothing?" But enough,
- For when we have blamed the wind we can blame love;
- Or, if there needs be more, be nothing said
- That would be harsh for children that have strayed.
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