A sad look they give me
Abandoned things.
House disowned; roadside dumped.
Midst lorn whistlings.
And of all sadnessess
None haunt like this!
From off Reconcilement's
Last chance to kiss
Rounding road's dark, my head
Turning as soon
Leaves what, faced Love once lit:
An eclipsed moon!
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