So sweet is the corner glance in her eyes
And so sweet is her voice in a morning greeting
How saddening are the adieux and the elongated goodbyes
To catch a peek at her beautiful face as time rushes retreating
So warm is the nerve in her welcoming gloved hand
It rises the earnest to bestow a kiss on her lovely brow
Oh, when and where shall I see her again in sea or in land
inexperienced with humane trade as unfurrowed field is new to the plough
(2010)
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