Some frail Hour's flower (which after Spring
turns into Memory's diluted & deluding dreams),
some droplet lost out of Th'Fallen stream

--Across th'rapture of so many buried years

this You once left me perseveres

consumes me--A once burning World made ash
yet trying to drink of that perilous fountain

(that Never Was) across unscanned/immeasurable Prime
with th'huge maples so heavily boughed by Time

wherefrom we touched being higher than our just Kiss
perseveres: Me? left! Once: you--This.