They are not your children, they never were. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. Beauty has bloomed and faded.
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