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YOU were the sort that men forget; / Though I-not yet! - / Perhaps not ever. Your slighted weakness / Adds to the strength of my regret!
You'd not the art-you never had / For good or bad- / To make men see how sweet your meaning, / Which, visible, had charmed them glad.
You would, by words inept let fall, / Offend them all, / Even if they saw your warm devotion / Would hold your life's blood at their call.
You lacked the eye to understand / Those friends offhand / Whose mode was crude, though whose dim purport / Outpriced the courtesies of the bland.
I am now the only being who / Remembers you / It may be. What a waste that Nature / Grudged soul so dear the art its due!