once it was himself that held the key, <br />not now; things change. <br />once she was content with destiny, <br />not now. so strange, <br /> <br />once upon a time somehow has moved; <br />is gone, despite <br />that neither new arrangement has improved <br />upon delight. <br /> <br />now, once more they two live all alone. <br />the loss deferred; <br />silver drawn out of the very stone, <br />but dross preferred.<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dross-preferred/
