So, Lady, may I still retainA right I would not lose again,For all that gold or guilt can buy,Or all that Heaven itself deny,A right such love may justly claim,Of seeing thee in friendship's name.Give me but this, and still at whiles,A portion of thy faintest smiles,It were enough to bless;I may not, dare not ask for moreThan boon so rich, and yet so poor,But I should die with less.
-Henry Timrod
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