In Lilliput where
The night is a firefly
And the wild grasses curve
Obscuring the sky,
The giant stumbled on
His own shadows;
He clawed at the wan
Blue under-meadows
And startled the lady
Out of her sleeping.
She wakened trembling, she
Wakened with weeping.
Although she grew fainter
Then a cleft sigh
Before he had done with her
And she could die,
The whir of a bee filled
A world not his;
He saw revealed
The chrysalis,
And he was amazed
By spotted wings
As her fingers stiffened
Under her rings.
In Lilliput
The lady died;
Her eyes were shut
Where his were wide.
Pale plumes her hands were,
Light on her breast;
But he heard thunder
From east to west,
Contracting the azure
To onyx caves,
In the blind forever
Of darkening waves.
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