I have espied
The product of heaven
Falling towards the aloofness
of winterish trees.
The lesson in the sky
For earnest consideration,
I wish I were always
Exact and eager to learn.
Advent of each dawn
Springs from a valley
That muses on love in every wise,
Which I can't judge.
Chalices of night are filled
But gently lost
To a dawn in solitude,
I come to this sight
Of a large receptacle
Bordered by those trees
Which solemnly rest
With that love's mist!
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