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THE SWEET DEW OF HONEYSUCKLE

ESCAPES THROUGH THE PASSAGES OF COURTYARDS

SCALES WITH IVY AND TEMPERED WITH ICE.

BEYOND THE YIELDING DANCES OF BLACKBIRDS

THAT PARADE THE ROUNDED WALLS, WE CAN SEE

THE CHURCH BELLS SWING THROUGH THE OPAQUE STAR

OF PALESTINE-ROSE GLASS.

IRON NOTES LIFT LIKE SCENTS DRAWN OUT FROM THE RAIN ABOVE

THE QUIET TOWN AND TRAVELLING CLOUDS.

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