Between the Boughs
Between the boughs the stars showed numberless
And the leaves were
As wonderful in blackness as those brightnesses
Hung in high air.
Two lovers in that whispering silence, what
Should fright our peace?
The aloofness, the dread of starry majesties,
The night-stilled trees.
And the leaves were
As wonderful in blackness as those brightnesses
Hung in high air.
Two lovers in that whispering silence, what
Should fright our peace?
The aloofness, the dread of starry majesties,
The night-stilled trees.
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