A soft temperate smile brakes
from the bars of a raging sea;
where wave-on-salt-corrosive-wave
once purged, two lovers of their sweetest melody.
But age and faith are-truer-friends
than youth in all her guises;
that's why lovers can allure amends
from all their cold deceits
because the greyer the storm light folds
the deeper-and-brighter true-love-burns
in her autumn coals.
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