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THE WRITHING, IMPERFECT EARTH
The Forest-Ranger's Courtship
Dear love, if you and I had perfect love,
No doubt we could not face the imperfect earth.
We have a little, struggling, deathless love,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
No doubt we could not face the imperfect earth.
We have a little, struggling, deathless love,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
We who would make of every breath a song,
We who would make of every vista, peace,
Struggle up like rooted growing things,
Like pines at the mountain top in stony earth,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
We who would make of every vista, peace,
Struggle up like rooted growing things,
Like pines at the mountain top in stony earth,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
Yet now, dear love, we proudly remake our vows,
Standing like gods beneath the noon or the moon.
Yet we bend with love flowers on our brows,
Renew them soon if they wither soon.
Standing like gods beneath the noon or the moon.
Yet we bend with love flowers on our brows,
Renew them soon if they wither soon.
Yet, my darling, darling, though we wound,
Misunderstand, and struggle for our peace,
Still kisses, dearest kisses, give release;
And the sod blooms with a flower of deathless worth,
And secret heavenly mirth,
The flower of faith.
Misunderstand, and struggle for our peace,
Still kisses, dearest kisses, give release;
And the sod blooms with a flower of deathless worth,
And secret heavenly mirth,
The flower of faith.
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The angel flower of faith,
That strange scrap of snow,
That magical sweet wraith,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
That strange scrap of snow,
That magical sweet wraith,
Struggling up through the writhing, imperfect earth.
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