Love, we have all we need,
a raiment of kings falls about us,
a good dusk that comes under the yellow canopies
pendulous with pearly rain;
the long days that ransomed our souls are done,
the streetlamps utter light over the slate-roofed houses;
we lie on the wet down at the white tree's nape,
knowing we have in all our peril blossomed,
and feeling the dusk has filled our bones with darkening air.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
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