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First Line: The fire cut away
Last Line: Spikes, and lap the dew.
Subject(s): Mountains; Hills; Downs (great Britain)


The fire cut away
The soft forest
Down to the rose-pink rock
Harder than light.

Movement is not easy
In the mountain clearing
Where all that is not stone
Imitates and is above stone.

We ride so high
That we are embedded
In the air, O crystal,
And cry for love among aspens,

Ferns that uncoil beneath,
Cry discontent. At night
We lie down
On red granite

Ledges, throat on throat,
Mid polished berry rods,
Eyes wide open
For the early rays' stir:

Illusion of antelope
Who make the horizon
Quiver upon their lifted
Spikes, and lap the dew.





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