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A Deep-sworn Vow

by W. B. Yeats, 1919

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.

Published in The Wild Swans at Coole
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