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- THE NEW FACES
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- IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
- Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
- Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread
- Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of Time.
- Let the new faces play what tricks they will
- In the old rooms; night can outbalance day,
- Our shadows rove the garden gravel still,
- The living seem more shadowy than they.
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