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The stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age, and nature sink in years; but thou shalt flourish in immortal youth.
I'm not afraid of aging. I think it's a privilege to grow old.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity—it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.