The New Faces

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Title:     The New Faces
Author: William Butler Yeats [More Titles by Yeats]

If you, that have grown old were the first dead
Neither Caltapa tree nor scented lime
Should hear my living feet, nor would I tread
Where we wrought that shall break the teeth of time.
Let the new faces play what tricks they will
In the old rooms; night can outbalance day,
Our shadows rove the garden gravel still,
The living seem more shadowy than they.

[The end]
William Butler Yeats's poem: The New Faces

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