Must I dwell forevermore
In its bejewelled tower?
Shimmery, but dim misted.
Smiley, but vaguely real.
Host to a vari-faced weird,
Wonderful encounter.
Repeatedly! I, quiestest
Of all that night-life buzz!
Made, as love, invariably does
But now haunts, good to feel!
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I would like to translate this poem