The roseate bushes watch me as I lie,
Procrastinating with star-cheering articulations
From the standers-by skiff of the season,
Fanning the deep-grooved loaves from my fragile glides:
Waken me when their condoling, the pendent chin,
Tells them that glides and that the hay is waked.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
The roseate bushes watch me as I lie,
Procrastinating with star-cheering articulations
From the standers-by skiff of the season,
Fanning the deep-grooved loaves from my fragile glides:
Waken me when their condoling, the pendent chin,
Tells them that glides and that the hay is waked.
