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Why should I care for the Ages

  Because they are old and grey?

To me, like sudden laughter,

  The stars are fresh and gay;

The world is a daring fancy,

  And finished yesterday.

Why should I bow to the Ages

  Because they were drear and dry?

Slow trees and ripening meadows

  For me go roaring by,

A living charge, a struggle

  To escalade the sky.

The eternal suns and systems,

  Solid and silent all,

To me are stars of an instant,

  Only the fires that fall

From God's good rocket, rising

  On this night of carnival.