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[“Friends” we must call ourselves,—a sacred name]
“Friends” we must call ourselves,—a sacred name,Yet all too cold to match my heart's desire;
“Friends,” lest the world should misconceive my aim,
And take love's starlight for a baser fire.
“Friends” we must call ourselves; and when we meet,
Fronting each other with unruffled brow,
With calm polite composure we must greet,
Lightly touch hands, or from a distance bow.
I sometimes wonder, when we so rehearse
The parts assigned us in life's tragic play,
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As o'er life's surface with light laugh we stray,—
I sometimes wonder does thy heart divine
What thoughts, what passions surge and seethe in mine?
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