Him
The lord's page held my finger
Swift memory stole the pause
Here I’ll sit and so long linger
Again I’ll wonder who he was
Moved as if by angelic wand
To soles and autumn leaves
Carried back to Walden’s pond
Amongst observant trees
It’s there I held his hand
And wondered what might be
As we walked that storied land
How does he remember me
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