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Mystic Trees

by Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper]
Field, Michael

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CAPUT TUUM UT CARMELUS

I watch the arch of her head,
As she turns away from me ...
I would I were with the dead,
Drowned with the dead at sea,
All the waves rocking over me!
As St. Peter turned and fled
From the Lord, because of sin,
I look on that lovely head;
And its majesty doth win
Grief in my heart as for sin.
Oh, what can Death have to do
With a curve that is drawn so fine,
With a curve that is drawn as true
As the mountain's crescent line? ...
Let me be hid where the dust falls fine!
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