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ARTEMIS
ARTEMIS
In the green and flowerless garden I have dreamt,Lying beneath perennial moons apart,Whose cypress-builded bowr'sAnd ivy-plighted myrtles none shall part;
In the funereal maze of larch and laurel,Across white lawns, athwart the spectral mountains,Seen through the sighing hazeOf all the high and moon-suspended fountains;
With feet enshaded by the fruitless greenOf summer trees that bear no summer blossom;With wintry lusters laidUpon the mounded marble of thy bosom,
Thou dost await, O mournful, enigmaticImage of love-bewildered Artemis,Whose tender lips too late,Or all too soon, have sought the wounding kiss.
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