A Spot

 In years defaced and lost, 
 Two sat here, transport-tossed, 
 Lit by a living love 
The wilted world knew nothing of: 
 Scared momently 
 By gaingivings, 
 Then hoping things 
 That could not be. 

 Of love and us no trace 
 Abides upon the place; 
 The sun and shadows wheel, 
Season and season sereward steal; 
 Foul days and fair 
 Here, too, prevail, 
 And gust and gale 
 As everywhere. 

 But lonely shepherd souls 
 Who bask amid these knolls 
 May catch a faery sound 
On sleepy noontides from the ground: 
 "O not again 
 Till Earth outwears 
 Shall love like theirs 
 Suffuse this glen!"

Form: Enclosed Rhyme

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