i speak let's say i speak and let's say i sing
whatthen?i sing; i say
whitely of your lips
i sing by them
i am lifted by them
they come beneath each foot
they come their strongness leaping
they come, and Dear, you
by them you charge
and Dear
against them Summer's dull
it shines not
it heats not
it feels not sudden or serene
for though it golden rushing thunders
your lips are far more perfect wonders
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:09 AM UTC
i speak let's say i speak and let's say i sing
whatthen?i sing; i say
whitely of your lips
i sing by them
i am lifted by them
they come beneath each foot
they come their strongness leaping
they come, and Dear, you
by them you charge
and Dear
against them Summer's dull
it shines not
it heats not
it feels not sudden or serene
for though it golden rushing thunders
your lips are far more perfect wonders
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