How tender-mad the little meadows lie!
The wobbling lambs are tasting milky weeds,
The tipsy trees
Are leaned like foam on green, wind-gullied seas;
The pale moth flutters where the pale moth leads,
And you, swimming the sky
Waist deep in surf of apple-blossoms-I,
Sweet to your thigh,
Take the new tingle of your froth of seeds.
(Genevieve Taggard)
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