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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Maid's Thought</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something.<br>The west wind is dead, the waves<br>Forget to hate the cliff, in the upland canyons<br>Whole hillsides burst aglow<br>With golden broom. Dear how it rained last month,<br>And every pool was rimmed<br>With sulphury pollen dust of the wakening pines.<br>Now tall and slender suddenly<br>The stalks of purple iris blaze by the brooks,<br>The pencilled ones on the hill;<br>This deerweed shivers with gold, the white globe-tulips<br>Blow out their silky bubbles,<br>But in the next glen bronze-bells nod, the does<br>Scalded by some hot longing<br>Can hardly set their pointed hoofs to expect<br>Love but they crush a flower;<br>Shells pair on the rock, birds mate, the moths fly double.<br>O it Is time for us now<br>Mouth kindling mouth to entangle our maiden bodies<br>To make that burning flower.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509093" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Submitted by Holt</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robinson+Jeffers">Robinson Jeffers</a></strong></div>

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