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Love's PromiseThe sun has spurge the season, enchanters night the wormwood skyYour musk, your asarina joy, your radiant woad, our honeysuckle tryst Will you come again, sweet as briar, rose-hipped? Will you come again, rough as chervil, lining the lain? Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel? Will you come again, sharp as shedherd's needle? Our fritillary love, its warp and weft our bindweed trust Our wild garlic lust, our foxglove thrust, your butterbur desire Will you come again, sweet as briar, rose-hipped? Will you come again, rough as chervil, lining the lain? Will you come again, perfuse as cicely, spurge as teasel? Will you come again, sharp as shedherd's needle? Will you come again, sorrel and bramble? Will you come… |