Have you not seen yet?
The sky blue white golden?
And have you not yet
Felt?
The moisture in Him?
How Love like She Him dims?
Have you not smelt
How flowers Him dress?
Love like?
An Infinite...
As if Lemniscate...
Have you not got
The morn's love ,
my love?
How the breeze comes
From the sea with undiluted wet?
As if the sea has lent
Her bluish green depth
To the breeze...
O how me ceases
To be
An entity...
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