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 of two far hence In a garden met, And the fragrance blown from thence Fades not yet.

The one is seven years old, And my friend is he: But the years of the other have told Eighty-three.

To hear these twain converse Or to see them greet Were sweeter than softest verse May be sweet.

The hoar old gardener there With an eye more mild Perchance than his mild white hair Meets the child.

I had rather hear the words That the twain exchange Than the songs of all the birds There that range,