Lonelier that road
No cravings foregoed
That is by a tea-room served.
With more to chew on
In steepness and stone!
Screened of its ferns less
That perspire coolness
Of waters, demure-delicious.
Waves that sound amiss
Scorch by me and hiss!
With a soul's journey
Three lambs acquaint me
Into my unease who stray.
- as lulled sheep, afar
Under watch of star!
Apollo bay
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