Your beauty was a perfection
In the frame of no motion
When I dwelt on your yesters
With the echoing flatters!
In the 'here' and 'now' of the then
Were my views biased
Locked up under a shadow
And the beauty that lies beyond
Never did I foresaw.
Quatch!what a blunder!
Now that I surrender
To the beauty a-yonder
When I set to motion
And the view is wider.
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