“It—it—must come,” she faltered. “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. . I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders.
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