Where
leaves were overlaid
And
there one across another
Melded
these parts of words
Of
the pieces the whole made
Of
the marble glazed mosaics
A
thousand meanings groped
Calling
the many candled fires
Only
hearts torn bear the heat
The
gentle yearn and peer in
They
sit not in seats of scorning
Pressing
through the rub goes
They
find no cause for fearing
Seeing
through overlaying pages
Ordered
this fall of many letters
They
in pattern all lie contented
No
one sees the puzzle ciphered
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