bright star,would i were steadfast as thou art not lone splendour hung aloft the night nd watching wth eternal lids apart like a natuer,s patient sleeplees eremet the moving water at thear priestlik task of pure ablution round erth,s human shores OR gazing on the new soft fallen mask OF SNOW upon the mountain nd the moors NO yet still steadfast , still unchangeable Pillow,d upon my fair lov,s ripenign breast too feel 4ever its soft fall and swell Awake 4ever in a sweet unrest still still ti hear her tender- taken breath nd so live ever or else swoon to death...
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 16:18:26 +0000
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