XIV
An age ago I looked for youIn silver frost and rainbow dew,In winter white and winter blue.
I peeped among the daffodils,I searched the gloaming, when it stillsThe clamour of a hundred trills.
Into the darkness I would pry,Where discontented waters tryTo capture moons from every sky.
But wisdom came, and then I triedTo find a place where you could hide.
A shaft of sun could be a screen,For in the shimmer and the sheenYour brightness might escape unseen.
The whitest rose would be a placeWhere you could hope to hide your face,Protected by a double grace.
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