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 Love, will you love me as you say

You love me now, when I am old

And all my beauty fades away,

Like autumn tints when turning gray

Leave life a tale near told.

I love you not for what you were

Or what you are, though silver gleams

May nestle in your sunny hair,

And envious crows plant feet of care

About your eyes, my hourly dreams

Hold but your image, sweetest heart,

Deep set within a shrine of gold,

With it I live a life apart

Where time is not, and like my art,

You never can grow old. Rh