Lord, our first meet, Yours and mine,
It was on what seashore?
I've forgot lunar day, time of month;
I've forgotten vision's cost.
Fondness was inside the mind;
Thereby You made replete.
By light of dawn You had appeared,
Letting fall dew-washed feet,
Like reddish glow amid abalone,
'Pon a pearl's splendid beauty.
You wished to go, quitting me,
Like a colored flambeau of gloaming.
In mind I've kept, did not grant leave,
Having grasped eternity.
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