The December of 1903 (1904)

And if I cannot speak about my love
if I don't talk about your hair, your lips, your eyes;
yet still your face that's held within my heart,
your voice's ring that's held within my mind,
September days that rise up in my dreams,
give form and colour to my words and phrases,
to whatever themes I touch upon, whatever notions I express.

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