IN A LESBIAN MEADOW 
 
I 
 
UNDER the summer leaves 
In the half-light 
Love his old story weaves 
Far out of sight. 
Here we are lone, at last. 
Heaven is overcast 
Yet with no night. 
Ere her immortal wings 
Gather the thread of things 
Into her might, 
Up will the moon arise 
Through the black-azure skies : 
Birds shall sing litanies 
Still of delight. 
 
II 
 
Let my lips wander where 
Tender moss grows, 
Where through their dusky air 
Beams a red rose. 
Where the bee honey sips 
Let my desirous lips, 
Kissing, unclose 
 
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