If you, entering old age, die before me
The catalpa tree and the sweet-smelling linden will no longer
Hearing the footsteps of my living ones, I will not step on
That is where we are forged that will break the teeth of time.
Let the other faces play the tricks they want
In those old houses; night can overwhelm day,
Our shadows will still roam the garden gravel
The living are more like shadows than they are.
——Yeats "The Other Face"
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