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Epithalamium
Out of the forest, panther, come,
Silken, supple, silent, lone —
Out of the forest, drooped with night —
To your delight.
Under bloom and over stone,
Out of the forest, panther, come.
Something sees and slips with you,
Something huge and gaunt and blue,
Lashes its tail and follows you :
You, pursued, still pursue. . . .
Sky with thunder on its rim
Closes and closes after you :
Trigger loin, swinging limb,
Go and go and go from him!
Brushing haunches, taut with dew,
Follow, follow, follow you.