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26 TO MARCUS

have been far, and I

Been farther yet,

Since last, in foul or fair

An impecunious pair,

Below this northern sky

Of ours, we met.

Now winter night shall see

Again us two,

While howls the tempest higher,

Sit warmly by the fire

And dream and plan, as we

Were wont to do.

And, hand in hand, at large

Our thoughts shall walk

While storm and gusty rain,

Again and yet again,

Shall drive their noisy charge

Across the talk.

The pleasant future still

Shall smile to me,

And hope with wooing hands

Wave on to fairy lands

All over dale and hill

And earth and sea.