Like the Lily
Flight of those sweet birds, the years, disallows
My knowing you or loving you as peole
Do glass seas or diamonds. You grow
Like the lilly, neither push nor pull
Toil nor spin. You are arrayed
Like one, my calf of burnished gold, earth's queen.
As a colt you whinnied, bucked, obeyed;A pygmy student, laughing,
You graced the
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