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| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
INDIRECTION
I saw not the leafBut its shadow trembling, trembling down.
I faced to northward, to my grief,
When from the southern sky a crimson meteor lit the star-dark town.
I saw not naked Love
Lean from his porphyry throne above
And touch her heart to flame,
Yet on her brow I saw the swift, sweet, virgin shame.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||