Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 170

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CLXX JANUARY THE FIRST
Sweetest wishes didst thou sendFor a New Year's greeting friend!"Many pleasant years may weTogether yet in friendship see!If the Day of Dooming nears,Many sweet uncounted years!"
Ah, but here and now we knowEach the other's outward show!How to find you there and then,Tho' you be a man of men,If I see not eye and browFashioned as I see them now?
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Ugly thought, that we may meet,Nor feel sure enough to greet.Have you neither doubts nor fearsOf the strange, uncounted years?

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