Up in the clouds you lost sight of your lawful height

[jeff harrison]

vamose, thunder-bolt, you've claimed naught but blue bells
at your sport unexceptional as poesy, the shepherdess practices
yet her golden elude -- with no blue bells to clasp, would she then
gather the asphodels you proffer, pressing coldest colors to her breast?

		
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