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7
A REGRET
Alas, he's gone, and never knewMy love for him, so kind, so true,
He never heard in any word
How deeply oft my soul was stirr'd;
My trivial glance left all untold;
Why was I always dumb and cold?
Could he be with me now one day,
One hour, how much there were to say!
I'd prove how I had met his thought,
How tone and glance were unforgot,
How brief “good-bye” was calmly said
By one with heart brimful of tears.
I gave no sign through all the years,
And now, my Friend is dead.
Surely, if otherwhere we meet,
As knowing these things we shall greet.
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