Forgotten Ground Regained
The Creatures
Come silk of sundown,Mary’s minute,We hide among hyacinthsAnd columbine, cleftLike women wound upIn love’s lightAnd goring game.Who will warn usWhen the winter’sSensual snowClimbs the walls to claspOur hands and halve our hearts?
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