Love, this ample does comfort
Just to know its there.
Its eyer, far running days
Meekest of moon's stare.
Love, more than he needs, back o'er
Shoulder, in voicing
'Remote' boy, even now, turned
A dreamer away
If not what's heard, as haunts, fey
Warm eve's zephyr in.
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