The
radiance of the star that leans on me
Was
shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters
up there my eyes may never see,
And
so the time lag teases me with how
Love
that loves now may not reach me until
Its
first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must
wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And
love arrived may find us somewhere else.
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