Aug 212011
The long hour's dread, the water's calm
Do nothing, nothing to defer

The immortal, immoral and amorous fact
Of love in a narrow coffin

Stood up on end and talking
Hour upon hour of the water's calm.

The peace of infinite lakes,
Hazards blue and hazes deep,

The quiet claptrap of the shore
And mopey pebbles rusticating

Do nothing, nothing to deform
Desire's deep, expressive needle.

Eon on eon the coffin talks
Of moony amours, and the long dread.

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