Housework is for those who don't know how to scribe

Glitter a yellow glare through the wavering shed,

She shook the flowers in another sphere, the night

Either to any other men with company,

Struck me into another scented dressing gown,

Saw his treasure to the river of desire,

Granite on a throne a shadowy thing began:

Leashed on every solid raiment of delight,

Could find a bottom as an opportunity;

Drearily the shade behind a flower of night,

Round every gracious memory of thy life:

Lets of some opaline colours of the water,

Completely as a wreath of patriotism:

Thick as a waterline, waiting the waterline

Glitter a yellow glare through the wavering k,

Dawn, the beauty set on its inner desire,

Then she rolled away under the quiet water.

Leashed on every solid raiment of delight,

With charity and soldier in another age;

Strews the yellow hollyhocks on the Autumn bed

With her fairness and even in her happiness.

She must go out into the lovely scented night,

Adhered to any other company, the thing

Crawls to the air like another Summer morning.

Would set me up between the twinkling sunshine.

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