Seventy-Four And Twenty
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Thomas Hardy
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Here goes a man of seventy-four,
Who sees not what life means for him,
And here another in years a score
Who reads its very figure and trim.
The one who shall walk to-day with me
Is not the youth who gazes far,
But the breezy wight who cannot see
What Earth's ingrained conditions are.
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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