To A Friend Lost

Too late, alas! I must confess,
I loved thee, when I loved thee not.
And thou wert fair, and I was fair,
And thou wert weak, and I was weak.

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English poet of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for "Goblin Market" and devotional verse of exquisite craftsmanship.

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