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Here's my case. Of old I used to love him, / This same unseen friend, before I knew: / Dream there was none like him, none above him, -- / Wake to hope and trust my dream was true.
Loved I not his letters full of beauty? / Not his actions famous far and wide? / Absent, he would know I vowed him duty; / Present, he would find me at his side.