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1880–1929

THE UNTHRIFT

John Freeman

Here in the shade of the tree The hours go by Silent and swift, Lightly as birds fly.

Then the deep clouds broaden and drift, Or the cloudless darkness and the worn moon. Waking, the dreamer knows he is old, And the day that he dreamed was gone

Is gone.

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