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 All that I had I brought, 
 Little enough I know; 
A poor rhyme roughly wrought, 
 A rose to match thy snow: 
All that I had I brought.
Little enough I sought: But a word compassionate, A passing glance, or thought, For me outside the gate: Little enough I sought.
Little enough I found: All that you had, perchance! With the dead leaves on the ground, I dance the devil's dance.
All that you had I found.

by Ernest Dowson
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