On Seeming to Presume: Poems

On Seeming to Presume: Poems

On Seeming to Presume: Poems

On Seeming to Presume: Poems

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Early one morning unremarked
She walked abroad to see
Black bitumen and roses
Upon the island shelf.
To hear those inexperienced
Thrushes repeat their clauses
From some corruptible tree
All copied in herself.

When from the Grecian meadows
Responsive rose the larks,
Stiffly as if on strings,
Ebbing, drew thin as tops
While each in rising squeezed
His spire of singing drops
On that renewed landscape
Like semen from the grape.

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