on every think i think
the countless shadows fall
of other thinks as valid
i cannot have;
spotlights of fantasies, too,
impossible to me.
yet somehow truer,
being with more power bright.
may i never lose these shadowy
glimpses of transcendent thinks
that modify and minimize
my own, and never fail
to keep some shining sense of the way
all thinks at last
before love's dawning meaning
like the stars at sunrise pale.
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