A Deep-sworn Vow, by W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

A Deep-sworn Vow

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.

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A Deep-sworn Vow

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