Thou that wast once my loved and loving friend,
A friend no more, I had forgot thee quite,
Why hast thou come to trouble my delight
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In silent acres of forgetful flowers, Crowned as of old with happy daffodils, Long time my wounded soul has been a-straying, A great poem shared.
Of hard remembrances and sad delaying, Leaving green valleys for the bitter hills Great poem.