Her with moon trodden plow Herds of African cows Grazed on her beauty Fragrant and pale Young once youthful still now Muse to the willow and ploughed Fields arched with orchards Blooms of the stars Day whipped his black dray Opaque orphan of Ring Myrrh coated rider Guider husband to Matron the King Streams of yellowy mud Run to the one that I love Chained to the chalky Chalice of night.
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