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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
IV. Christmas Sonnets. 3. To R. H. S.
By Bayard Taylor (1825–1878)
THE YEARS go by, old friend! Each, as it fleets,
Moves to a farther, fairer realm the time
When first we twain the pleasant land of rhyme
Discovered, choosing side by side our seats
Below our separate gods: in midnight streets        5
And haunted attics flattered by the chime
Of silver words, and fed by faith sublime,
I Shelley’s mantle wore, you that of Keats,—
Dear dreams, that marked the Muse’s childhood then,
Nor now to be disowned! The years go by:        10
The clear-eyed goddess flatters us no more,
And yet, I think, in soberer aims of men
And servitude of Song, that you and I
Are nearer, dearer, faithfuller than before.

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