The south dreamed me that day I
climbed, in cloud, to a summer spun of leaves
where leaves spread lakes around the boles of trees
and shine back to the sky
water on water! and every thing climbing
through to the sun, fiber and whisper hot
and to the sense still, and all so shot
with gold, the eyes ring!
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