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To Saumwickshire, To Save
Knurled cherry air,
Set stonelit wraiths
Of Saumwickshire
That sit.
On needled tip
A silv'ry bud
A-reached me lorn:
O lorded lip!
Divide, deluge,
Delight of dryads,
Nexus north of void.
Shorn colors swirl
In eyes that drowse
B'oneirical lies employed.
Mine legs so heavy,
Heart so vast in
Clumb'ring step on step—
To lose, forsooth,
My lung, my light,
Of cherried air:
Forebrightened by
The breeze which plays
Upon the graves
Of Saumwickshire that sit.
