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 HE words you said grow faint;
 * The lamps you lit burn dim;

Yet, still be near your faithless friend
 * To urge and counsel him.

Still with returning feet
 * To where life's shadows brood,

With steadfast eyes made clear in death
 * Haunt his vague solitude.

So he, beguiled with earth,
 * Yet with its vain things vexed,

Keep even to his own heart unknown
 * Your memory unperplexed.