When I have that in memory
I had but once in sight
Though I have lost it I can see
It by an inward light;
If I am steeped in darkness now
But I remember when
I saw something, no matter how
It looked to me back then,
I know that once it has been seen,
Though what I saw is past
That sight remains the major mean
To make its moment last;
Although it stays invisible,
Removed from outward sense
Insight and longing for light will
Deliver it from thence.
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