All forgot for recollecting
Just a paltry One.
All forsook for just a stranger’s
New accompanying.
Grace of rank and grace of fortune
Less accounted than
An unknown content, possessing,
Estimate who can!
Home effaced, her faces dwindled,
Nature altered small—
Sun if shone—or storm if shattered,
Overlooked I all.
Dropped my fate, a timid pebble
In thy bolder sea,
Ask me, Sweet, if I regret it—
Prove myself of Thee.
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