<h3 id="Glamour">Glamour</h3>
<p>THE knowledge of love<br/>
Is like sudden sun upon a river—<br/>
The slipping water<br/>
Is instantly opaque and glorious.<br/>
No longer can we look into it<br/>
Counting the pebbles,<br/>
Watching the ribboned water-reeds,<br/>
Or searching idly<br/>
For that something which we lost<br/>
(A ring with gems)<br/>
It is all glamour, now!<br/>
We turn away, shading our eyes.</p>
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