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SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 40, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Thy mouth is a snow apple
Last Line: I ask no more.
Subject(s): Eden


Thy mouth is a snow apple,
Thy tongue a rosy melon core,
Thy breasts are citrons odorous of the East.
I know that nursery tale of Eden now,
Where God prepared the feast
Beneath the bow.
I ask no more.
The apple-trees have whispered
The only word I listened for
Through all the legends babbled in my ears.
I know what manner of unbitten fruit
The first man took with fears
And found so sweet.
I ask no more.





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