William Ernest Henley (Уильям Эрнст Хенли)

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We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?
Grow old and cold,
And we know not why?

O, the By-and-By,
And the tale that’s told!
We shall surely die:
Must we needs grow old?

Grow old and sigh,
Grudge and withhold,
Resent and scold?…
Not you and I?
We shall surely die! 

1. In Hospital. 12. Etching
2. Rhymes and Rhythms. 21. When the Wind Storms by with a Shout, and the Stern Sea-Caves
3. In Hospital. 14. Ave, Caeser!
4. Beside the Idle Summer Sea
5. Echoes. 22. The West a Glimmering Lake of Light

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