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Near Perigord Knew the low flooded lands squared our with poplars, In the young days when the deep sky befriended.


 * And great wings beat above us in the twilight,

And the great wheels in heaven Bore us together surging  and apart Believing we should meet with lips and hands.

High, high and sure and then the counterthrust: "Why do you love me? Will you always love me? But I am like the grass, I can not love you." Or, "Love, and I love and love you, And hate your mind, not you, your soul, your hands."


 * So to this last estrangement, Tairiran!


 * There shut up in his castle, Tairiran's,

She who had nor eats nor tongue save in her hands, Gone—ah, gone—untouched, unreachable! She who could never live save through one person, She who could never speak save to one person, And all the rest of her a shifting change, A broken bundle of mirrors !