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Ruby's
Song
Unconvolute
the style
In which
she should be sung
Whos
born in the summer, and young.
Write
down the smile,
Say, as readily as you see it rise
On her
lips, in her eyes.
For
one so clear, so fresh,
So tender
and so free
Requires
her same simplicity,
Whom
toil and mesh
Cant take. Whod catch her spring, then, must unlock
The
coils of their baroque
That
gilt and lilies shroud,
The
frayed and flared device,
Fantastic
eloquence of ice
And
icy cloud.
Let the equinoctial moon and sun
Like
milk and honey run
Through
lines as fine and strong
As make
her form and face.
So may
my Maker give me grace
To make
that song
That holds the movement of her melody
As she
has captured me.
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