She is who,
Aligned to joy,
A candle’s blue
And quiet alloy,
Took me as wonder
Far into summer,
Allayed the ear
Come down through fear,
Broke clear as hazard
And perisht hard
Against the breast
The sun not help
Nor moon destroy,
Left whole the beast
And bled the boy.
By lights and signs
Beneath the arch
And breach of loins
We lay from other
And coined a stitch
To lace the river
An inch from sight,
And soaring brother
From that odd night.
Warm in such braces,
Mentioning grasses,
Grinning disgraces
And opulent faces,
We led each other
Two golds together,
That else would’ve been
No hue of the scene.
Now this is a stranger,
And letting the strings
Out over the river,
The slow grass ring
The hell of the ear,
I splay the guitar,
Bleeding my faces
Out of disaster
And into disgraces,
And kneel in time
Deep as a look
Where none may shine,
Shaping the book
The heart deceives,
Folding a tongue
In five dead leaves.
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