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Passing
In the weary woods dreary decay
bend low
and lowering,
beyond ninety and nine,
beyond loves desire -
an old man
bending for his fire.
In the deep dampening day
an hour's heat held close
cruelly
step
by
step
through the mist, beyond the light
beyond pain, beyond youths ire -
an old man
hoping for his fire.
In darkened dinginess
shivering,
quivering;
cold coals,
stillness -
an old man
needing not his fire.
