Seldom


Seldom gate is swinging slow,

beyond the path we seldom see.

And should we seldom want to go,

The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee.

A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh,

for we shall seldom meet.

If seldom closes the open Eye,

then what is left to greet.

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