Pride and Humility

Two lovely things, two green things —
Lay them on my eyes.
Find two leaves so narrow
They take you by surprise,
Leaves pointed like an arrow,
Soft as butterflies.

Two lovely things, two lean things —
Plucked where moons have bled
Grey light on the meadow
That was their wild birth-bed.
Find such subtle shadow
And bring it to my head.
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