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From Citron-Bower

From citron-bower be her bed,

cut from branch of tree a-flower,

fashioned for her maidenhead.

 

From Lydian apples, sweet of hue,

cut the width of board and lathe,

carve the feet from myrtle-wood.

 

Let the palings of her bed

be quince and box-wood overlaid

with the scented bark of yew.

 

That all the wood in blossoming,

may calm her heart and cool her blood,

for losing of her maidenhood.

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Written by
Hilda Doolittle
1886-1961 / American
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