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Rh O the treasure-tresses one another over
 * Nodding! O the girdle slack about the waist!

Slain are the poppies that shot their random scarlet
 * Quick amid the wheatears: wound about the waist,

Gathered, see these brides of Earth one blush of ripeness!
 * O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!

Large and smoky red the sun's cold disk drops,
 * Clipped by naked hills, on violet shaded snow:

Eastward large and still lights up a bower of moonrise,
 * Whence at her leisure steps the moon aglow.

Nightlong on black print-branches our beech-tree
 * Gazes in this whiteness: nightlong could I.

Here may life on death or death on life be painted.
 * Let me clasp her soul to know she cannot die!

Gossips count her faults; they scour a narrow chamber
 * Where there is no window, read not heaven or her.