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A FRIEND.
Friend let me call you—may I? friend to me:And like a casket let that wide word be,
Wherein, perchance, some costlier treasure lies—
Wherein we hide, in clouds of close eclipse,
The faltering few things known to lips and lips—
The many mute things known to eyes and eyes!
An æt. 18.
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