Latest face, so effortless
Your great arrival at my eyes,
No one standing near could guess
Your beauty had no home till then,
Precious vagrant, recognise
My look, and do not turn again.
Admirer and admired embrace
On a useless level, where
I contain your current grace,
You my judgment; yet to move
Into real untidy air
Brings no lasting attribute -
Bargains, suffering, and love,
Not this always-planned salute.
Lies grow dark around us will
The statue of your beauty walk?
Must I wade behind it, till
Something's found - or is not found -
Far too late for turning back?
Or, if I will not shift my ground,
Is your power actual - can
Denial of you duck and run,
Stay out of sight and double round,
Leap from the sun with mask and brand
And murder and not understand?
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