To A Lovely Woman
Shall I compare you to a rainbowed shower
Drawing to earth the very arc of dream,
Or shall I say you are an orchid flower
That favors men beside a jungle stream?
Shall I compare you to a windy morning
Because you stir the sleeping blood and brain
To rise and follow till beauty, scorning
Desire's fleet runners, vanishes again?
No,
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