Oh lovely
one of women now
I've loved (since feeling
first on the second
and fourth of May.)
How eyes intoxicate:
Lever and strain my
feeble, (left to its
own devices, it
hops madly in spring
fields, strewing petals
about in tempests of the
violetest reddish-gold.
How much motion is permissible
in light? One art, someone hold this-)
revived, and broken heart.
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