*of you I see the soldiers. all alike all abreast keeping time
streets; they hear it, the old gates shake, and the leisurely patter
of frame houses, they have leapt the green tide towards the gardens
them detaching sweat smells from underclothes making muscles itch
a tremulous pale fleet over gleaming ripples to the
o you strong bells of castile, can it be that you
a dormir. beetred faces of men. the shadows make strange streaks and
brass beat. run run to see the flushed sunlight, the
blowing with bearded lips on a brave high bed; the golden light of
panting unsatiated breath that heaves under the golden crown has slipped*
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
*of you I see the soldiers. all alike all abreast keeping time
streets; they hear it, the old gates shake, and the leisurely patter
of frame houses, they have leapt the green tide towards the gardens
them detaching sweat smells from underclothes making muscles itch
a tremulous pale fleet over gleaming ripples to the
o you strong bells of castile, can it be that you
a dormir. beetred faces of men. the shadows make strange streaks and
brass beat. run run to see the flushed sunlight, the
blowing with bearded lips on a brave high bed; the golden light of
panting unsatiated breath that heaves under the golden crown has slipped*
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