As a lovely flower
A thought
Even
A chanson by a nightingale
A rustling by the fir
Nocturnal
In the perched garden:
Even as these
Dream and breathe
Wild and raw magic
The people of the night
Walk
In Hastings Gardens
Hand-in-hand
Satyr and hedge hog, cat
And nymph, bacchanalian
And glow-worm
So many
So many
As a lovely flower
A thought
Even
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