I said: intense — yet nothing to admire;
A lifetime's trials in struggle spent,
He won his triumph and his wars' intent;
I came to love thee at the hour of noon,
Burning with longing, pleading to the moon;
We see in him all things made beautiful,
His years, his fragrance, sweetness bountiful;
I see him wander lost o'er every land,
Because thou art in him and close at hand;
I see thy laughter as a shrine forbidden,
Wherein I hold thy vision, love's sweet hidden
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