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W. B. Yeats

Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

—  W. B. Yeats, from “A Deep Sworn Vow,” The Wild Swans at Coole. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC June 17, 2004) Originally published 1919.

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