Seven years have flown like seven days, <br />Like seven days of shining weather, <br />Since we, forsaking single ways, <br />Trod earth and faced the skies together. <br />The old is new, the new is old, <br />And who shall reckon, one or seven, <br />The years that Time has never told? <br />He numbers not the days of Heaven.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-years-3/
