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I missed him when the sun began to bend; / I found him not when I had lost his rim; / With many tears I went in search of him, / Climbing high mountains which did still ascend, / And gave me echoes when I called my friend; / Through cities vast and charnel-houses grim, / And high cathedrals where the light was dim, / Through books and arts and works without an end, / But found him not -- the friend whom I had lost.
And yet I found him -- as I found the lark, / A sound in fields I heard but could not mark; / I found him nearest when I missed him most; / I found him in my heart, a life in frost, / A light I knew not till my soul was dark.