Most loved of all our hearts hold nearest To far outshines the sun, As when with sly shy smiles that feign Doubt if the hour be clear, the time Fit to break off my work again Or sport of prose or rhyme, My friend peers in on me with merry Wise face, and though the sky stay dim The very light of day, the very Sun's self comes in with him. 346 XVIII 346 Out of sight, Out of mind! Could the light Prove unkind? Can the sun Quite forget What was done Ere he set?
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