Portrait of the Artist as a Lone Tree
| Stories and Visions|
Your ear entranced my eyes last night;
it stood in silence, like a shell
above your neck of curving white,
nestling amongst a heather dell
of hair; and looked me in the eye
for quite a while as Sarah spoke.
Your fellowship Iíd not deny,
you see, Iím quite a decent bloke.
And thus I formed a memíry bright and clear
of every little curve of Vivianís ear.
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