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Rh Even for a day like that. But other thoughts Were moving in his mind, imperative, And writhing to be spoken: I could see The glimmer of them in a glance or two, Cautious, or else unconscious, that he gave Over his shoulder:. . . "Stafford and the rest Would have had no story of their own to tell; They would have left it all for others—yes— But that's an old song now, and Archibald And Isaac are old men. Remember, boy, That we are old. Whatever we have gained, Or lost, or thrown away, we are old men. You look before you and we look behind, And we are playing life out in the shadow— But that's not all of it. The sunshine lights A good road yet before us if we look, And we are doing that when least we know it; For both of us are children of the sun, Like you, and like the weed there at your feet. The shadow calls us, and it frightens us— We think; but there's a light behind the stars And we old fellows who have dared to live, We see it—and we see the other things, The other things. . . . Yes, I have seen it come These eight years, and these ten years, and I know Now that it cannot be for very long