You look i n me through this small picture,
And always differently do -
So strictly; coldly; with a tincture
Of feelings very strange and new...
Sometimes your sight is warmer much
Than sun's bright surface; and it's touch
Melts my black heart in salty tears,
And my mad inward madly stirs.
And oft your image is as quite
As evenings in the countryside,
Drowsy-serene as a sunset
In remote woods on valleys flat.
But rarely you're so enigmatic,
So, so unearthly... like the night ...
You shed your sight from sky's dark attic
And it's more beauteous than star's light...
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