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 Threshold and raiment and me passing in Flecked with the sudden sanguine drops of death.

Alas that time is stronger than strong men, Fate than all gods: and these are fallen on us.

A little since and I was glad; and now I never shall be glad or sad again.

Between two joys a grief grows unaware.

A little while and I shall laugh; and then I shall weep never and laugh not any more.

What shall be said? for words are thorns to grief. Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods.

Fear died when these were slain; and I am as dead, And fear is of the living; these fear none.