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 TO M. McG.

(WHO CAME ONE DAY WHEN WE WERE ALL GLOOMY AND CHEERED US WITH SAD MUSIC)

were all sad and could not weep,

Because our sorrow had not tears:

You came a silent thing like Sleep,

And stole away our fears.

Old memories knocking at each heart

Troubled us with the world's great lie:

You sat a little way apart

And made a fiddle cry.

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