Wait, dear; and be on watch
For The Loving Thought.
In skies, chinese-kited.
Skies more flimsy wrought!
Apt in heart's wintry time!
For this, gold-streamered
For well-wishing, warm trails
In a flame, fluttered
Will dim not; crash. What today
Sent up just for you
In a hope, illuminates
A reassuring view.
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