William Butler Yeats

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meeting

Hidden by old age awhile in masker's cloak and hood, each hating what the other loved, face to face we stood: 'That I have met with such,' said he, 'bodes me little good.' 'Let others boast their fill,' said I, 'but never dare to boast that such as I had such a man for lover in the past; Say that of living men I hate such a man the most.' 'A loony'd boast of such a love,' he in his rage declared: But such as he for such as me-- could we both discard this beggarly habiliment -- had found a sweeter word.

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