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Epilogue

We will not see the gardens
of old age.
They were made for us,

but we got there too soon,
carrying our coffee cups into them
after breakfast, or at rest amid the daylong books,

with the fixed smiles
of those
who have outworn love's aggressions,

to see the other gardens
where love
is beyond aggression. . . .

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