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high star of the years whose thunder Still men's listening remembrance hears, Last light left of our fathers' years, Watched with honour and hailed with wonder Thee too then have the years borne under, Thou too then hast regained thy peers.

Wings that warred with the winds of morning, Storm-winds rocking the red great dawn, Close at last, and a film is drawn Over the eyes of the storm-bird, scorning Now no longer the loud wind's warning, Waves that threaten or waves that fawn.

Peers were none of thee left us living, Peers of theirs we shall see no more. Eight years over the full fourscore Knew thee: now shalt thou sleep, forgiving All griefs past of the wild world's giving, Moored at last on the stormless shore.