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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

A Deep-sworn Vow

OTHERS because you did not keep    
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;    
Yet always when I look death in the face,    
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,    
Or when I grow excited with wine,      
Suddenly I meet your face.

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