For all we have, forcefully
Been overtaken by
Of moods' abnormality
Feel good as pushed. Yes!
Only when, snapping out of
Which dazing wonder
Refine that hand in wind's shove
To angel's plume-press!
Later, years, when sat musing
On life's miracles.
More than pleasant amused in!
Shy love's improbableness!
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