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96 The Old Man But now
still
by
stood talking
his voice to
me was
my
side-
like a stream
Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide;
And
Body
the whole
Like one
whom
Or
like a
Man
To
give
My
I
of the
man
had met with
from some
former thoughts return'd is
And now,
My "
the fear that
kills
all fleshly ills;
Poets in their misery dead.
not knowing what the Old
Man
had
said,
is it
that
you
live,
and what
is it
you do
?
with a smile did then his words repeat;
And
He
question eagerly did I renew,
How
He
and strong admonishment.
unwilling to be fed;
Cold, pain, and labour, and
And mighty
dream
far region sent;
me human strength,
The hope that
did seem
in a
said, that,
gathering Leeches, far and wide
travelled; stirring thus about his feet
