You, with your long blank udders
And your calms,
Your spotted linen and your
Slack'ning arms.
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You, the twilight powder of A fire-wet dawn; You, the massive mother of Illicit spawn; While the others shrink in virtue very fine poem. tony
You, the twilight powder of A fire-wet dawn; You, the massive mother of Illicit spawn; While the others shrink in virtue You have borne. What a beautiful imagination dear poet. tony