It was once called

it comes like a convict
Squeezing through bars
And is gone before
The promptest siren

It suddenly turns
In the ear or rides
The eye of a thought
Before dissolving

I have it in a faint
Taste or shudder
An ache like a spring
High in the mountains

It was once called love
And now a longing
For a song to be heard
That doesn’t bear singing

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It was once called