Destroyers and Other Verses/About an Upland Meadow

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About an upland meadowA vagrant cuckoo cried;From far below came stealingThe whisper of the tide;And my words had died away,I watched you as you layWith your hands among the cowslipsIn the idle month of May.
Low down upon the housetopsA dusky orange moonGlows at the heart of MidnightThrough the purple haze of June.As my dreams go sailing by,I kiss you as you lieWith your hands among the cowslips,And I hear the Cuckoo cry.
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