These problems of the dust

All that we will of knowledge

                        carried along

                              do you love  as well as ever

The past and gone
                   unheeded

                        working a pair   your late feet

If roses had not faded and frosts had never come and one
had not fallen here and there whom I could not waken,
there were no need of other Heaven than the one below.

I always dreamed
                 stolen still away
                                  from home from the frost

Care for   such a night
                                                                                                 I leave it darkening

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