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This slim adept, most practiced, with appeal
Beyond her potent magics and her spells,
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I stand before this window sill and sigh, Yet I cannot recall this place or date,
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Out of the storm that scathes the sea I come to glide across this coast,
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In dreams her golden hair was done In spools wound loosely round her head,
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In trailing spools the gold leaves twist, The distant sea sends up a cry,
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Below, the line of weaving grey,
They come on like some juggernaut,
by Eusebius
14 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 24 2:06 PM. In War
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When evening comes I always walk
Down this long winding cobbled street,
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I saw below the haunted stars
Beyond all my remembering,
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Her belt hangs loosely on her hips Its buckle carved from ivory,
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Not even death can yet erase My ship the HMS Quebec,
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Pale paper from papyrus grain
Is writ with glyphs portentously,
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Here in this sea sand one blue jewel,
Dropped by a lover long ago,
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I watch the reef, I watch the tides, My vigil I will always keep
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This rocky island’s purple stone, Forbidding, haunted from of old,
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An undine’s risen from the sedge, She’s dripping wet while her huge eyes
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One ghost wafts there, A stray dragoon
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I watch my liquid dreams that ooze and seep
Through slim cracks within cabinet where
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Her scented hair was short, and black and pink,
Her tank top ending well above her hips,
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Out of the tide Alone I come
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I chant in the air
Druidic old runes,
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Like diamond dust across the lake When winter sweeps from the northwest,
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Here in the night pale orchids shaking,
Where twilight shadows spreading, cover
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I dreamed of lawns before a monument,
A titan statue that was once patrolled,
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In dreams I’ve combed her crimson hair, Kissed her throat in the sunset there,
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I watch the spider’s wisp of twine
Move across the courtyard wall,
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Across the cosmos runs a single seam Where comets cluster in the antique Past,
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I dreamed that on a throne of ebony A queen to see,
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On stormy seas its dragon prow would steer Through squalls and mists of some archaic past,
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She swirls and swirls, And all her pearls
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Across the flood plain where tall raptors stalk, Hard by this warm and shallow inland sea,
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I’m cast adrift in starry spans
Where comets sail through icy cold,
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We ran aground with sharks fast in our wake, Just six of us splashed up that haunted coast,
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Ah, sailor, storm these rocks for me,
Swim through the surf and I will greet
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Huge harpies from the palisades
Will circle when the day grows late,
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