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 INAMORATA

bees were holding levees in the flowers,

Do you remember how each puff of wind

Made every wing a hum? My hand in yours

Was listening to your heart, but now

The glory is all faded, and I find

No more the olden mystery of the hours

When you were lovely and our hearts would bow

Each to the will of each, but one bright day

Is stretching like an isthmus in a bay

From the glad years that I have left behind.

I look across the edge of things that were

And you are lovely in the April ways, 58