Oh? I can see this clock
Tick away my every
Waking hour. So merry
Does time move (a dock)
And keep static (the rock)-
But not for poor Gregory.
He slowly waits on memory
Which will never knock.
The matters of the stars
Shall never rest upon the mind;
Which belongs to a measure
As singular as it is--------------------------far.
Abandoned by their treasure:
( Those who are lost shall never seek- to find.)
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