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24 See then, it is not thee I weep, It is not thou art dead. Thy lidded eyes are but asleep, And weary thy dear head;

I weep the silver dreams we wrought, Long years, long years ago; I weep the sun-drowsed days that caught Our dreams in their sweet flow.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

Days I remember of Now in my heart, are now; Days that I dream will bloom White the peach bough.

Dying shall never be Now in the windy grass; Now under shooken leaves Death never was.