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578
II
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the doting
earth how often have
the doting
fingers of
prurient philosophies pinched
and poked
prurient philosophies pinched
and poked
thee
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy
knees squeezing and
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy
knees squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
but
true
gods
but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring
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