Friday, August 16, 2013

From the north of spain, your locket me hath seen, red...

From the north of Spain,
Your locket
Hanging
Over chasm
Like a prism
Red
me hath seen
Dear
O Dear me!

Like from western bay,
Your silvery chain hanging red
Like a prism breaking
Red
Into several colory lights
O Dear
Dear me,
me hath seen...

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