A muse whose inspiration is by circumstance delayed
May be welcome and much-wanted in some unseen future day.
Perhaps my mind's eye's darkened by the shadow of some other,
Or she's bound for corners of the world to visit or discover,
But though thinnest threads of circumstance may for so long consipre,
People walk the sphere in cycles. I return and she returns. I write and she inspires.
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