An Autumn Love Cycle/Review

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Review
I fear my power impotentTo hold you leal and full content,Some hapless look or word perchanceDispels the glamour of romance;I tremble lest some stranger fairArrest you,—cause you to compareThe meagre charms which I possessWith some resplendent loveliness.
How far removed from Youth's commandThe trembling sceptre in my hand,As miserly within the glassI mark Love's fleeting hours pass.
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