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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
'Why do you run?' I asked the river,'So fast I can't compete.''I run,' the river said, 'becauseI have some streams to meet.'
The willow and the windare natural dancing partners;look how the willow weepswith the joy of movement,skillfully rooted to the spot.
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
This morning she got upOn the happy side of the bed,Pulled backThe grey sky-curtainsAnd poked her headThrough the blue windowOf heaven,
Which can be brushed out long and fineto lie across a pillowor bunched and scrunched into an angryknot of rain before it is undone, when long hanks of it hang
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
The sea lays big glass hands on the sand,spreading its fingers out as if newto the shore. It can’t quite believe in it.It wants to hold on before the glass breaks.