SEVENTY
The poet youth said to the princess, "I love you." And the princess answered, "And I love
you too, my child."
"But I am not your child. I am a man and I love you."
And she said, "I am the mother of sons and daughters, and they are fathers and mothers of
sons and daughters; and one of the sons of my sons is older than you."
And the poet youth said, "But I love you."
It was not long after that the princess died. But ere her last breath was received again by the
greater breath of earth, she said within her soul, "My beloved, mine only son, my youth-poet, it
may yet be that some day we shall meet again, and I shall not be seventy."
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