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 Year after misty year comes forth, And old things flee and new arrive; And still he lingers on the earth,— My friend is still alive.

Or if sometimes he be not here, Like flowerets of the Spring, Soon doth his beauty reappear, A renovated thing.

Kin to all love and nobleness, All glory is his heir; No deed to praise, no sight to bless Comes out, but he is there.

Is he alive in truth, or dead and dull And lost, for ever lost to mortal eye? O friend, so noble and so beautiful While earth is fair, to me thou canst not die!