Amidst
The last lines
Now
The last of verses
Age
Has made his clutch
And
Hapless as a sparrow I
In the eagle's clutch
Lie.
Ah! Age! age! Age!
What change and havoc
Wrought
Till one or more
Will come and stop you:
Till then
You oft sadistic pleasure
Take
As the coffins in to the
Screaming graves
Are laid
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