To Clara Rae: In Memoriam
I saw you
once so long ago
And I
cherish to my surprise
The
smallness of the snow
And smaller
still my eyes
That I
should see you there
Is nothing
short of strange
Where time
cannot impair
Nor essence
rearrange
Before my
father’s gleam
Before the
snow had steeped
I saw you in
my dream
And before
my years I reaped
I saw you
once so long ago
From a
picture that I hold
Snow melts
and my eyes go
But you
never grow old
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