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.
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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