This world of mine
Is now a place
Of want for time,
Its waning state
Of nascent space
I effort see,
But for the grace
Of memory’s hold
I’d ne’er again
Find to embrace
The splendour
Of its bold face,
In what now fades
Shy of a spritely pace
Amid what I did feel,
And came to know
With wisdom’s peal,
That clings to hear
From fortune’s fate,
What might yet live
Therein my world,
Increasingly a place
Of want for time!
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