<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Age</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be, when this city of the nine gates<br>Is broken down by ruinous old age,<br>And no one upon any pilgrimage<br>Comes knocking, no one for an audience waits,<br>And no bright foraging troop of bandit moods<br>Rides out on the brave folly of any guest,<br>But weariness, the restless shadow of rest,<br>Hoveringly upon the city broods;<br>It may be, then, that those remembering<br>And sleepless watchers on the crumbling towers<br>Shall lose the count of the disastrous hours<br>Which God may have grown tired of reckoning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Symons">Arthur Symons</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348663" data-title="Old Age de Arthur Symons" data-description="It may be, when this city of the nine gates Is broken down by ruinous old age, And no one upon any pilgrimage Comes knocking, no one for an audience waits, And no bright foraging troop of bandit moods Rides out on the brave folly of any guest, But..."></div> </div> </div>

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