Aug 212011
Told I would not come to be beloved
	 I cried an unrecovered tear;
	 Told 'death' was all I had to fear,
I wept;  wept to be so beloved.

To've been in wind and run in sun,
	 To've slept in shadelight til all's one,
	 Doubling frolic with unbecome,
Is love enough when day is done.

If all into oblivion
	 The body goes, trailing gestures
	 Of absent soul in redder rose,
I'm content to have once begun.

Nothing did as I did expect.
	 No quiet council of surmise
	 Left me other than most unwise;
A life grown rich in retrospect.

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