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IN MY LADY'S PRAISE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE

First Line: GOD WROUGHT YOU FLESH AND HAIR AND EYES
Last Line: THAT HEAVES WITH LOVE'S DIVINE UNREST.
Subject(s): LOVE;
GOD wrought you flesh and hair and eyes
From some immortal loom and dyes;
For thou art filled with every rare
And precious thing of earth, sky, air.
The magical blue of warm June skies
Gleams in your calm and sultry eyes;
The unguent of the fragrant fields
No sweeter, subtler perfume yields
Than the aroma of your breath,
Delicate fragrance attarred 'neath
The sculptured, firm, white beauty of
Your throat, arched stately there above
The undulation of your breast
That heaves with love's divine unrest.



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