Once I believed in you,
And then you came,
Unquestionably new, as fame
Had said you were. But that was long ago.
You launched no argument,
Yet I obeyed,
Straightway, the instrument you played
Distant down sidestreets, keeping different time,
And never questioned what
You fascinate
In me; if good or not, the state
You pressed towards. There was no need to know
Grave pristine absolutes
Walked in my mind:
So that 1 was not mute, or blind,
As years before or since. My only crime
Was holding you too dear
Was that the cause
You daily came less near - a pause
Longer than life, if you decide it so?
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