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The hour grows late, and I outlive my friends,
Remaining, since I must, with memoried mind
That for consolement deepeningly depends
On hoarded time, enriched and redesigned.
So is it with us all. And thus we find
Endeared survivals that our thought defends.
What now, from eyed experience, haunts my ears,
Endenizened within me, heart and head?
Mostly those things which touched the source of tears,
Those word-illumined moments, seen and said,
Those wisdoms, mortalised beyond the years
By simplest human utterance of the dead.
Remaining, since I must, with memoried mind
That for consolement deepeningly depends
On hoarded time, enriched and redesigned.
So is it with us all. And thus we find
Endeared survivals that our thought defends.
What now, from eyed experience, haunts my ears,
Endenizened within me, heart and head?
Mostly those things which touched the source of tears,
Those word-illumined moments, seen and said,
Those wisdoms, mortalised beyond the years
By simplest human utterance of the dead.
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