The Harm Of Years Is On Him-

Emily Dickinson

1280

The harm of Years is on him—
The infamy of Time—
Depose him like a Fashion
And give Dominion room.


Forget his Morning Forces—
The Glory of Decay
Is a minuter Pageant
Than least Vitality.

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