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When all my five and country senses see The

When all my five and country senses see
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How through the halfmoon's vegetable eye
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac
Love in the frost is pared and wintered by
The whispering ears will watch love drummed away
Down breeze and shell to a discordant beach
And lashed to syllables the lynx tongue cry
That her fond wounds are mended bitterly.
My nostrils see her breath burn like a bush.

My one and noble heart has witnesses
In all love's countries that will grope awake;
And when blind sleep drops on the spying senses
The heart is sensual though five eyes break..

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