I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit,
Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store.
And from one hand the petal and the core
Savoured of sleep; and...
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The blessed damozel leaned out |
What of her glass without her? The blank grey |
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-- |
At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: |
Two separate divided silences, |