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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.
A Deep Sworn Vow
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This poem is actually by William Butler Yeats, not Edgar Allan Poe