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Genevieve Taggard
Put her away some place between two hills,
Away from the sea and the sun.
She has so much to think of — must she run
On your bright bosom always, Mother Earth ?
Put her away, and let some other birth
Bring her back to the sound of the sea, and the sun.
After she ponders under silent hills,
Beneath your swarming bosom, Mother Earth,
She will have words for her beloved one.
Between the rose garden
And the sunset,
I sought my beloved.
Between the dawn's blush
And night's star;
Between dream's arm and
Sleep's embrace,
I sought my beloved,
Between the rose garden and the sunset.
As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So would I strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.