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216 At least, I'd send

My heart's farewell to her in a fair letter!…

I had suspicion it would be to-day,

And had already writ…

Show!

Will you…?

Ay!

Hold!

What?

This little spot!

A spot?

A tear!

Poets, at last,—by dint of counterfeiting— Take counterfeit for true—that is the charm! This farewell letter,—it was passing sad,

I wept myself in writing it!