Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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Love as a lyre is laid across the kneesOf the mute gods; they love with lips most still:
And if across their love come thought of ill
The issue is in strange calamities,
In token to the river and the trees
Of tempests stealthy and implacable,
Or subtle transformations such as thrill
The spirit, as with passage through cold seas.
If it be loving, ah, we love as they—
Would fix our closer silence to some spot,
Fountain, or ilex. Now our hate burns hot
With no injurious clamour we embroil:
One lives enstifled as in serpent coil,
And one abhorred, a raucous bird of prey.
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