"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Though this mind of mine is often
To wander as stones the rivers soften
Beneath many skies of gray and blue
It returns, in faith, to only you.
Shade and sun too softly soakThe skin of this white oak.Leaning gainst its limbs a girlLimpid and unfurled.
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