their slender beauty caught,

like wings and bodies

of trapped birds.)

I worship the greatest first—

(suddenly into my brain—

the flash of sun on the snow,

the fringe of light and the drift,

the crest and the hill-shadow—

ah, surely now I forget,

ah splendour, my goddess turns:

or was it the sudden heat,

beneath quivering of molten flesh,

of veins, purple as violets?)

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CUCKOO SONG

Ah, bird,

our love is never spent

with your clear note,

nor satiate our soul;

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