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Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935).  Collected Poems. 1921.
  
II. The Children of the Night
5. Ballade by the Fire
  
SLOWLY I smoke and hug my knee,
  The while a witless masquerade
Of things that only children see
  Floats in a mist of light and shade:
  They pass, a flimsy cavalcade,        5
And with a weak, remindful glow,
  The falling embers break and fade,
As one by one the phantoms go.
 
Then, with a melancholy glee
  To think where once my fancy strayed,       10
I muse on what the years may be
  Whose coming tales are all unsaid,
  Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid
Within their shadowed niches, grow
  By grim degrees to pick and spade,       15
As one by one the phantoms go.
 
But then, what though the mystic Three
  Around me ply their merry trade?—
And Charon soon may carry me
  Across the gloomy Stygian glade?—       20
  Be up, my soul; nor be afraid
Of what some unborn year may show;
  But mind your human debts are paid,
As one by one the phantoms go.
 
ENVOY

Life is the game that must be played:
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  This truth at least, good friends, we know;
So live and laugh, nor be dismayed
  As one by one the phantoms go.

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