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PASTORAL INTERLUDE, by            
First Line: Prone in my sheltered bed I lay at noon
Last Line: Breathing the passion of the night like musk.


Prone in my sheltered bed I lay at noon,
Dreaming the unremembered dreams of joy,
Waking to know the breath of sun-warmed leaves,
Making no move until the sweet should cloy.

Seeking no soul I watched the sun baked plain
Of afternoon put on the leis of dusk,
I trod the hills amongst the web of dew,
Breathing the passion of the night like musk.





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