A thousand days dreamed far
Not wide nor weary nor wild
Imagined loves too known
Each but every embered trial
Believed beyond what boyish may
This these that are memoir many
One seen wiles others simmer
Buried molten belying whisper
Bye those eyes desiring
Some thousand Eves each not every
Bloomed full passion's flower
He loved them all a minute more
No less so many dreams
No more so few days
'Til one was all
Not wide nor weary nor wild
Imagined loves too known
Each but every embered trial
Believed beyond what boyish may
This these that are memoir many
One seen wiles others simmer
Buried molten belying whisper
Bye those eyes desiring
Some thousand Eves each not every
Bloomed full passion's flower
He loved them all a minute more
No less so many dreams
No more so few days
'Til one was all
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