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I have fallen in love with leaves and sprawling shoots
With the wilful twistings of your forest floor
Rucks placed so sweet my feet know every root
Without having trod that place before
I have fallen in love-
With blaze-charred gorse and veils of dust that rise
As haste finds hidden trails across your moors
With abandoned bones bleached by the skies
Beyond brief lives my love endures:
Through years of hurt with sorrow rift
I still thrilled to storms and tossed trees’ roar
Sensed your seasons’ every shift
I feel your rhythms at my core
And if ever it comes that I shall rest my head
Beneath oaken beams, in feather bed
I’ll twitch like a greyhound in my dreams
For our trysts that were and shall be no more
(Yet do not grudge these hopes, my silent love
For, if after all
Those plans that cost so dear should fail,
And once great armies fall
If we the end alone must face
I know you’ll bend to take my body, frail
And safe into your last embrace.)
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