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She pours soft refrains
She struggles in the lanes
Her soul's at liberty
two bodies therefore will be

with such a practised frost
recording how she 'lost'
the lightning that she knew
the fire that she drew

and wrapping rail by rail
she wrings a crystal veil
She did not know I saw
She ate that fellow raw

On stump and stack and stem
Recordless except for them
that night's fireflies will be
blinking when we set them free

Emily D

Myself a millionaire
with mines I little know
her glory revelations be
thought entirely for me

needless as at sacrament
that make all things new
A distance to behold the dew
upon her amber shoe