A moonlight fragrance, lemony, limed
Sleep of frights that's remedied.
This is not Spring, in corneas, massed bright;
This is Spring disembodied!
Tracked which acutely flawless path down
Sweetest, soft drifting on through
A bedroom window, full-ripened, bears days'
Feminine hauntings of you.
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