It is time to be old,
To take in sail:--
The god of bounds,
Who sets to seas a shore,
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True saddest poem, brilliantly created, cleverest thought, a terminal on his own ability, forseeing his own terminal state, Terminus, full melancholical grief
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This poem ought to be re-numbered again: 10 Points or 5 Stars TOP Score. So keen that he could write his own futural sight