If every day could span
And hold the depth of every lake
And every hand I held at bay
Were not a chance I didn’t take

Then every chance I had
Would hold the breadth that failed to break
As if a sad and marred advance
There to demand what I forsake

So maybe neath the stretch
Of all the fragments of the fake
By merit fetch the sum beneath
And so establish what we make

By lucid deed or dream
Are we to choose the keeping sake
And ever deem to stay or lead
Our chalice given, to partake

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