To M.M.
Why do I count the moments pass
To wonder, will she come?
Am I a lover, then
Who importunely questions time
As if t'were his indeed?
I have eternity wherin to wait
For earthly time has nought for me;
Yet does her presence open wide,
Howsoever she may be,
The very gates of Paradise.
9/2/1959
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