Imagine what a steady gaze unbent
will wake; A fleeting glimpse a fire left!
My honest heart this latent day laments,
each passing blessed bloom I stood bereft
of nature's wistful laugh and wondrous might.
Yet hope remains; Each Bright and Morning Star,
each Dayspring dressed and dawning, crestless night
and dying dusk, brings beauty from afar.
I weep, as sad the waking sorrowed weep-
But yet I too rejoice! For every day,
I doleful listless walked where lilies leap,
O' unawares through summer streams, astray-
Ten thousand moment's such, in scarlet skies
and distant deeps, await my wondering eyes!
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