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The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,
And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long grasses keep white with frost At the hill-top by the finger-post; The smoke of the traveller's-joy is puffed Over hawthorn berry and hazel tuft. I read the sign. Which way shall I go? A voice says: "You would not have doubted so At twenty." Another voice gentle with scorn Says: "At twenty you wished you had never been born." One hazel lost a leaf of gold From a tuft at the tip, when the first voice told The other he wished to know what 'twould be To be sixty by this same post. "You shall see," He laughed -and I had to join his laughter - "You shall see; but either before or after, Whatever happens, it must befall. A mouthful of earth to remedy all Regrets and wishes shall be freely given; And if there be a flaw in that heaven 'Twill be freedom to wish, and your wish may be To be here or anywhere talking to me, No matter what the weather, on earth, At any age between death and birth, - To see what day or night can be, The sun and the frost, tha land and the sea, Summer, Winter, Autumn, Spring, - With a poor man of any sort, down to a king, Standing upright out in the air Wondering where he shall journey, O where?" Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |