Love a million crowded thoughts
But useless each to day recall
One instant spent from memory
Of even one of leaves that fell
In wind the love of love the spell
Weaved have I for lifetime now
As I kiss each long lost brow
Of lovers gone to death and life
That all yearning can’t recall
As alone and still I write
Kiss returned not one at all
To love the crowd of sighs recalled
July 24, 1998
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