'The years shall run like rabbits, For in my arms I hold The Flower of the Ages, And the first love of the world.'   It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river it ran on.   - W. H. Auden   


'The years shall run like rabbits,
For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
And the first love of the world.'

It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river it ran on.

- W. H. Auden

 

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