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Half-asleep
As they crop—
Ages since
Peace or war.
As you see,
Into one)
Up like fires
Bounding all
Twelve abreast.
And embeds
Stock or stone—
Long ago;
On the plains,
Overscored,
Sprang sublime,
As they raced,
Smiles to leave
In such peace,
And the slopes and rills in undistinguished grey
Melt away—
Waits me there
When the king looked, where she looks now, breathless, dumb
Till I come.
Colonnades,
Either hand
Of my face,
Each on each.
As the sky
Gold, of course.
Love is best.