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on the sand-bank. The greater blue violets flutter on the hill, but who would change for these who would change for these one root of the white sort? Violet your grasp is frail on the edge of the sand-hill, but you catch the light-- frost, a star edges with its fire. THE CLIFF TEMPLE I Great, bright portal, shelf of rock, rocks fitted in long ledges, rocks fitted to dark, to silver granite, to lighter rock-- clean cut, white against white. High--high--and no hill-goat tramples--no mountain-sheep has set foot on your fine grass; you lift, you are the world-edge, pillar for the sky-arch. The world heaved-- we are next to the sky: over us, sea-hawks shout, gulls sweep past-- the terrible breakers are silent from this place. Below us, on the rock-edge, where earth is caught in the fissures of the jagged cliff, a small tree stiffens in the gale, it bends--but its white flowers are fragrant at this height. And under and under, the wind booms: it whistles, it thunders, it growls--it presses the grass beneath its great feet. II I said: for ever and for ever, must I follow you through the stones? I catch at you--you lurch: you are quicker than my hand-grasp. I wondered at you. I shouted--dear--mysterious--beautiful-- white myrtle-flesh. I was splintered and torn: the hill-path mounted swifter than my feet. Could a daemon avenge this hurt, I would cry to him--could a ghost, I would shout--O evil, follow this god, taunt him with his evil and his vice. III Shall I hurl myself from here, shall I leap and be nearer you? Shall I drop, beloved, beloved, ankle against ankle? Would you pity me, O white breast? If I woke, would you pity me, would our eyes meet? Have you heard, do you know how I climbed this rock? My breath caught, I lurched forward-- stumbled in the ground-myrtle. Have you heard, O god seated on the cliff, how far toward the ledges of your house, how far I had to walk? IV Over me the wind swirls. I have stood on your portal and I know-- you are further than this, still further on another cliff. ORCHARD
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