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nature poem

rocked in the cradle of the deep
let us plant
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
up from the meadows rich with corn
be not angry with me
i burn no incense
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
once this soft turf
my true love from her pillow rose
with her hair flaying wildly
there were three in the meadow by the brook
glass-blower of time
one with you
there by the window in the old house

 



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