AN OLD STORY[21]

Strange that I did not know him then,

That friend of mine!

I did not even show him then

One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had

To make me see

My envy of the praise he had

For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him

Once, in my pride!...

I never knew the worth of him

Until he died.

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