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I count that friendship little worth / Which has not many things untold, / Great longings that no words can hold, / And passion-secrets waiting birth.
Along the slender wires of speech / Some message from the heart is sent; / But who can tell the whole that's meant?
Our dearest thoughts are out of reach.
I have not seen thee, though mine eyes / Hold now the image of thy face; / In vain, through form, I strive to trace / The soul I love: that deeper lies.
A thousand accidents control / Our meeting here. Clasp hand in hand, / And swear to meet me in that land / Where friends hold converse soul to soul.