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At work with books in hand
And at pace in haste to an' fro,
Peered I did through a glassy pane,
'Twas you I saw as I would know:

A look alight, made hard to refrain
From; and now my rhymes are banned,
And god be damned if you rescind your claim

On him, he, who wants to reach you,
To drop his fabled friends and run
To you in the night space so cold
For a better place of unerring sun,
Where friends neither fail nor fold
Forever, for souls stay true,
That never blue or grow old, too.

Alas, through this pain your smile I spied,
Spirited amongst another as serene;
Now to see your face, a flash, alert
Is to recall it hadn't shone so keen
In that year, when idle and hurt,
Was truly eager but only sighed
'Til a tea party's greet got its divert.
--And this pathetic poet, lied.