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Edwin Arlington Robinson - On the Night of a Friend`s Wedding
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If ever I am old, and all alone,  
I shall have killed one grief, at any rate;  
For then, thank God, I shall not have to wait  
Much longer for the sheaves that I have sown.  
The devil only knows what I have done,
But here I am, and here are six or eight  
Good friends, who most ingenuously prate  
About my songs to such and such a one.  
  
But everything is all askew to-night,—  
As if the time were come, or almost come,
For their untenanted mirage of me  
To lose itself and crumble out of sight,  
Like a tall ship that floats above the foam  
A little while, and then breaks utterly.
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