CHAPTER 90
CHAPTER XC
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If any vision should reveal
Thy likeness, I might count it vain
As but the canker of the brain;
Yea, though it spake and made appeal
Thy likeness, I might count it vain
As but the canker of the brain;
Yea, though it spake and made appeal
To chances where our lots were cast
Together in the days behind,
I might but say, I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past.
Together in the days behind,
I might but say, I hear a wind
Of memory murmuring the past.