Twas a day, no
Lovelier this.
Lit, nor was it, more brightsome.
And yet, as much
A strange wonder
To recall, makes more lonesome.
Heaven on Earth!
Its look - and feel.
Ever new; and eternal.
Where as child friends
Neither, for thought
A shadow cast, dark, dismal.
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