Lying In The Wheat
One lazy summer could I
As one stem of lie!
To feel as that grass, tranced sways
A hand the wind in!
Unseen moreo'er - divine!
Lady's - overfine!
Sent which state in, just as hazed.
Gold dreams burgeoning!
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