That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
---Those dying generations---at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
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I WHISPERED, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
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Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
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Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover's loneliness
Came where you stood,
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My Soul: I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
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COME swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
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THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
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MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.
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HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,
Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,
Everything else withered and mummy-dead.
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What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
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