An Autumn Love Cycle/I Wonder

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I Wonder
I wonder—  as I see them pass unheeded down the way,(The women who were once beloved, imperious and gay)Holding with frail, pale hands the cupOf Life's discarded wineIf memoriesAre bliss enoughTo make the dregs—divine!
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