A Diplomat

TRIOLET

Into the innocence of out-of-doors
From faithless man I fly.
I fly from polished lies on polished floors
Into the innocence of out-of-doors.
How candid every stone upon the moors,
How like a flute the sky.
Into the innocence of out-of-doors
From faithless man, I fly.
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