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No, nor till cordially you shook
hand Mid-way between our homes :-your accents bland Still sounded in my ears, when I no more Could hear your footsteps touch the gravelly floor. Sometimes I lost them, and then found again; You changed the foot-path for the grassy plain. In those still moments I have wish'd you joys That well you know to honour:-Life's very toys With him,» said I, « will take a pleasant charm; It cannot be that aught will work him harm., These thoughts now come o'er me with all their might:Again I shake your hand,-friend Charles, good night.
The north cannot undo them,
In a drear-nighted December,