Where I loved you before,
And who you then were, or
I was,
As I swim into sleep
Out of time, to the deep
Because,
I may one night be shown.

How at once we were known,
Whose two
Looks, and moment’s laughter,
No griefs could thereafter
Undo,
Even day’s plain thoughts profess:
We were born for nothing less.

John Gibbens

 

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