As I would free the white almond from the green husk
So would I strip your trappings off,
Beloved.
And fingering the smooth and polished kernel
I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting.

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Poet: Amy Lowell
Poem: 15. Aubade
Volume: Sword Blades & Poppy Seed
- Poppy Seed
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