Poems
THEME/S
O take from me
That wizard-wail
Out of dense greenery—
The nightingale!
Blinded am I,
For this dark tune
Robs from the dream of sky
The quiet moon.
No silver wind
Blows heaven-fresh—
But, gropingly, the mind
Falls deep through flesh.
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