At Her Likeness Gregory De Feo Where to the side At once she hides The two spans of Her threefold self. Where we see too: Her eyes reflect The portal to a Timeline's passing; She not etched as it O'er on its common course Its spot dropped to her eye That cleared sees to a portrait, Atilt 'haps at an early passing, He who loved her, but on this glass She now offers but a glance.

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