Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the
breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It
dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut
flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac
bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded
cloud
Moving at summer's pace.
High
Windows1971Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the
breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the deathIt
dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With
chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,White lilac
bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that
high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.
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