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Or +Amulets of Pine –

 

And then to dwell in

Sovereign Barns,

And dream the Days away,

The Grass so little has to

do,

I wish I were a Hay –

 

+ laid asleep + to sleep –

+ Spikenards perishing.

All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this –
Syllables of Velvet –
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee –
Play it were a Humming Bird –
And just sipped – me –