some got gold and oil and diamonds
A to J with varying shades
of heart pictures, the hope
that one could still love anything
that contained nothing new
look back to the early days,
that indescribable pleasure
heightened and improved by time
no dreary years of absence could efface
the dear untitled man
soothe the solitary hour
as there are few occurrences
in this northern climate, at this season
diversions and entertainments are sparse
save for the domestic
E to R, the fullness
must be in proportion to the vacancy,
the long wilderness without the blossoming
capacity of the silver flood
where I should stand to disbelieve my own fate
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