A Spot
In years defaced and lost,Two sat here, transport-tossed,Lit by a living loveThe wilted world knew nothing of:Scared momentlyBy gaingivings,Then hoping thingsThat could not be.
Of love and us no traceAbides upon the place;The sun and shadows wheel,Season and season sereward steal;Foul days and fairHere, too, prevail,And gust and galeAs everywhere.
But lonely shepherd soulsWho bask amid these knollsMay catch a faery soundOn sleepy noontides from the ground:“O not againTill Earth outwearsShall love like theirsSuffuse this glen!”
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