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29993	Howells, William Dean	Poems			.txt	text/plain	28609	2265	92	White-headed children stood to look at the boat as it passed them, Hung, like a tear in the sky, the beautiful star of the evening. Passed, like a gleam of lightning over the west in the night-time. Breathing air that was full of Old World sadness and beauty Old men, whose yearning eyes were dimmed with the far-streaming Turned her eyes when they met, and would not speak, though her heart "Lord, let this soul be saved!" cried the fervent voice of the old Death-white unto the people he turned his face from the darkness. Vague, and tender, and sweet, as the eyes of the dead, when we dream (What time, meeker grown, his heart held his hand from its answer), The robin sang a love-sweet song, Their songs love-sweet, death-sad; The songs that silence knows by heart!-Knowing not life nor death, but since the light was, the first day,	./cache/29993.txt	./txt/29993.txt