Deplorable Visions
As much to this haze of summer
To a many headed wooer
For young budding, more fair
Lost her, this youth; of nine.
As far strayed, in my warped thinking
As distant, the 'field, too playing'
One, mists of time, back through
Of me, loses the view.
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