LVII

You smile upon your friend to-day,
  To-day his ills are over;
You hearken to the lover's say,
  And happy is the lover.

'Tis late to hearken, late to smile,
  But better late than never:
I shall have lived a little while
  Before I die for ever.

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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