Like a mountain every day my body breaks From the sleeping smoke of rhymeless night That creeps its umber calumnies round the globe To be gilded in a flash... 5 As when a cloud some dream of joy imprints On eyes' retaining paper, all one gild Of silver, you step to me through the vision of a field in a fever of wildflowers hissing secret cures
From the collection "Miscellany"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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