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TO A DISTANT FRIEND.

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In swift yet painless unison with ill
That mars not perfect music?Yet I cast
My plummet down a mystery too vast
For mortal line to fathom. Deep to deep
Doth call, yet wake no answer. Love will keep
This sweetest of its secrets till the last!