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POEMS.
Count me not less thy friend because my heart,
Blinded a moment by the light of youth,
Leaped toward thee ere it took thine estimate,
And knew no leap might carry it so high
As where thy heart beats lonely. Count me not
The less thy friend in that I love thee, dear.
Blinded a moment by the light of youth,
Leaped toward thee ere it took thine estimate,
And knew no leap might carry it so high
As where thy heart beats lonely. Count me not
The less thy friend in that I love thee, dear.
C. D.
