nor old deep memories

to mar the bliss;

where the low sedge is thick,

the gold day-lily

outspreads and rests

beneath soft fluttering

of red swan wings

and the warm quivering

of the red swan's breast.

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HIPPOLYTUS TEMPORIZES

I worship the greatest first—

(it were sweet, the couch,

the brighter ripple of cloth

over the dipped fleece;

the thought: her bones

under the flesh are white

as sand which along a beach

covers but keeps the print

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