The Harp-Weaver: And Other Poems

The Harp-Weaver: And Other Poems

The Harp-Weaver: And Other Poems

The Harp-Weaver: And Other Poems

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MY HEART, being hungry, feeds on food
The fat of heart despise.
Beauty where beauty never stood,
And sweet where no sweet lies
I gather to my querulous need,
Having a growing heart to feed.

It may be, when my heart is dull,
Having attained its girth,
I shall not find so beautiful
The meagre shapes of earth,
Nor linger in the rain to mark
The smell of tansy through the dark.

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