  THE swans more white than those forgotten fair Who ruled the kingdoms that of old-time were, Within the sunset water deeply gaze As though they sought some beautiful dim face, The youth of all the world; or pale lost gems, And crystal shimmering diadems, The moon for ever seeks in woodland streams To deck her cool faint beauty; thus in dreams, Belov’d, I seek lost suns within your eyes And find but wrecks of love’s gold argosies. |
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