It chanced I carved it upon the desk in yore,
Unmindful of the wisdom I now implore,
Now that alone I bide, near all yet none,
Now that I am but thine side, gone.
Tetrameter Nine
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It chanced I carved it upon the desk in yore,
Unmindful of the wisdom I now implore,
Now that alone I bide, near all yet none,
Now that I am but thine side, gone.
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