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Far down a world wound-red
All unappalled she looks;
Where I stare barrenly,
She beauty plucks
From an untrampled bed,
Till suddenly I see.
All unappalled she looks;
Where I stare barrenly,
She beauty plucks
From an untrampled bed,
Till suddenly I see.
Once more a star shall break
For me the crocus' mould;
The full year's end sleep in
A marigold;
And firs in the snow wind shake
Locks of genie and jinn.
For me the crocus' mould;
The full year's end sleep in
A marigold;
And firs in the snow wind shake
Locks of genie and jinn.
Again over earth and me
Shall fall the coverlet
Spread by a godmother moon.
Till we forget
Night's thin, gold irony
That hid nor scar nor bone.
Shall fall the coverlet
Spread by a godmother moon.
Till we forget
Night's thin, gold irony
That hid nor scar nor bone.
O, sweet with her to climb
Youth's high, unguided trail!
Along sky ledges haste,
Palms to the gale
That showers song and rhyme
As petals blow and waste!
Youth's high, unguided trail!
Along sky ledges haste,
Palms to the gale
That showers song and rhyme
As petals blow and waste!
And when in mothy light
Of trees and listening dusk,
I see her filmy go
To him, her knight,
What sap of bloom shall flow
Into dream's silvered husk!
Of trees and listening dusk,
I see her filmy go
To him, her knight,
What sap of bloom shall flow
Into dream's silvered husk!
What if, at her matron knee
In some yet covered year,
The bardling I never bore
Has sound of the hidden sea
That calls till a heart, or a sphere,
Is dumb or more?
In some yet covered year,
The bardling I never bore
Has sound of the hidden sea
That calls till a heart, or a sphere,
Is dumb or more?
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