Fairest, apt to flutter
Away in shock
Trust will present, from off
My hand its rock.
No leaflet of minutes'
Nor blades', shorter
Wavering dependence.
Firm rest - ever!
Not that glossy and green
Untried of time's.
Trust's season-proof substance
Beneath the grimes.
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