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Alan Seeger - With A Copy Of Shakespeare`
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As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, 
Weighing the yield of these four faded years, 
If any ask what fruit seems loveliest, 
What lasting gold among the garnered ears, — 
Ah, then I`ll say what hours I had of thine, 
Therein I reaped Time`s richest revenue, 
Read in thy text the sense of David`s line, 
Through thee achieved the love that Shakespeare knew. 
Take then his book, laden with mine own love 
As flowers made sweeter by deep-drunken rain, 
That when years sunder and between us move 
Wide waters, and less kindly bonds constrain, 
Thou may`st turn here, dear boy, and reading see 
Some part of what thy friend once felt for thee.
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