The Garden of Proserpine part five - Algernon Charles Swinburne

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Pale, without name or number, In fruitless fields of corn, They bow themselves and slumber All night till light is born; And like a soul belated, In hell and heaven unmated, By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn.

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umvard 12 years, 9 months ago
This is why you shouldn't try to put stanzas in with spaces. :(

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