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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Swinburne

Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her,
Fold our hands round her knees, and cling?
O that man's heart were as fire and could spring to her,
Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring!
For the stars and the winds are unto her
As raiment, as songs of the harp-player;
For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her,
And the southwest-wind and the west-wind sing.

- A C Swinburne


http://www.bartleby.com/101/808.html
http://www.jaguarmoon.org/public/Goddess/Maiden.htm


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