When I was young, I said to Sorrow,

"Come I will play with thee"

He is near me now all day;

And at night returns to say,

"I will come again to-morrow,

I will come and stay with thee."

Through the woods we walk together;

His soft footsteps rustle nigh me.

To shield an unregarded head,

He hath built a wintry shed;

And all night in rainy weather,

I hear his gentle breathings by me.



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ーAubrey de Vere