Distrustful of the Gentian
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Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary for my ---------- I will singing go -- I shall not feel the sleet -- then -- I shall not fear the snow. Flees so the phantom meadow Before the breathless Bee -- So bubble brooks in deserts On Ears that dying lie -- Burn so the Evening Spires To Eyes that Closing go -- Hangs so distant Heaven -- To a hand below. |
