Lyrics
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THE CIRCLE
Beauty like storms driven
Where my soul is caught,
Peace like sorrow shriven
Where my peace is wrought,
Still I know thee riven
Chained in me, low-brought,
Wind that shakes my heaven,
Rhythm of my thought.
MY BODY AND I
My body and I, we rested
Under a thorn one noon,
We talked of days long wested
And nights in the moon.
My body lay in shadow,
Face in the grass, and said,
"What thorn in what deep meadow
Will blow when I'm dead?
And how will you taste blueberries
Bobbing in stolen milk,
Or hear Baron Thrush to the cherries,
Or touch spider silk?
