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 LEAR eyes do dim at last,
 * And cheeks outlive their rose.

Time, heedless of the past,
 * No loving-kindness knows;

Chill unto mortal lip
 * Still Lethe flows.

Griefs, too, but brief while stay,
 * And sorrow, being o'er,

Its salt tears shed away,
 * Woundeth the heart no more.

Stealthily lave those waters
 * That solemn shore.

Ah, then, sweet face burn on,
 * While yet quick memory lives!

And Sorrow, ere thou art gone,
 * Know that my heart forgives —-

Ere yet, grown cold in peace,
 * It loves not, nor grieves.