A poets dream salient
And never to return
Remaining unrepeated
Within every passing word
Someplace growth and somewhere less
Through echoed mind and frozen chest
My love, Who it to determine?
how the sky is dressed
A poets dream salient
And Dying to return
Sustaining unbecoming
Beside every bracing learn
Somewhat fraudulent and somehow real
In tombs of brier and burning zeal
Oh love, Who is to decipher?
The center of the wheel
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