2/ Let the new faces play what tricks they will In the old rooms; night can outblance day, Our shadows rove the garden gravel still, The living seem more shadowy than they.
1/ Yeats: If you, that have grown old, were the first dead, Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of Time.
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