Though you are in your shining days,
Voices among the crowd
And new friends busy with your praise,
Be not unkind or proud,
But think about old friends the most :
Time’s bitter flood will rise,
Your beauty perish and be lost
For all eyes but these eyes.
W.B. YEATS, The wind among the reeds, 1899.
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