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Ezra Pound - A Virginal
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No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,
For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;
Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly
And left me cloaked as with a gauze of aether;
As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness.
Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness
To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her.
No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour,
Soft as spring wind that`s come from birchen bowers.
Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches,
As winter`s wound with her sleight hand she staunches,
Hath of the trees a likeness of the savour:
As white their bark, so white this lady`s hours.
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