Tag: Secret
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Secret Knowledge.
I. The water cold, granting lungfuls of air,Borrows mother’s warmthIn its undulas.And in its level does itRaise all fairGrains:Sand grains — low onto yon field of brass. II. Sight ill directed,Along the smooth curvesImpressed on memory. Nay,Mammary,Nay, recollections,Long gone; yet stillServes nervous purposes —PreservatoryOf that quality, whereinThe sclera,That whiteness of the eyesIs captured full.To displaced…