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One said: "Here is my hand to lean upon / As long as you may need it. " And one said: / "Believe me true to you till I am dead. " / And one, whose dainty way it was to fawn / About my face, with mellow fingers drawn / Most soothingly o'er brow and drooping head, / Sighed tremulously: "Till my breath is fled / Know I am faithful! ". Now, all these are gone / And many like to them -- and yet I make / No bitter moan above their grassy graves -- / Alas! they are not dead for me to take / Such sorry comfort! -- but my heart behaves / Most graciously, since one who never spake / A vow is true to me for true love's sake.