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1869–1935

An Old Story

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Strange that I did not know him then, That friend of mine! I did not even show him then One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had To make me see My envy of the praise he had For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him Once, in my pride!... I never knew the worth of him Until he died.

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