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On My Fortieth Birthday
Feeling no-age (not yet ageless like the sky )-I have been lived by a starving youth my steady will of spite and wrath could not destroy. Now the few things I seek I mostly achieve, and awake, : fulfilled even before my children rude ~ crowd me out o' the world: this interlude is still; obedient, thunderstruck, Awake, I dream how I shall be and hover ageless like the sky: the clouds disperse in dry blue here and elsewhere laden gather in the hoarse breathing of the universe -unmoved, moody-and to one long scan all stars comprise the constellation Man.