I will not visit here again
I’ve surely done my time
Each form that I have taken
Has been of fates design
But now I seek some solace
A chance to take a break
To go again to heaven
Besides that golden lake
To feel the joy of nothing
Except its warming rays
And measure not my breathing
Within earth’s mortal haze
I have done three score and twenty
In this my tired shell
And lived through every lesson
As you alone can tell
Please gather me so gently
And bare me on your whim
For this is my last visit
To where love does begin
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