Love
There is a fair, white relic in my room
From Underneath the Bough (1898)
Love
There is a fair, white relic in my room:
God, how I love it!
Twine, twine
Green keys of sycamine
Round and above it.
Then lay it softly in my heart's new tomb.
Ah, mourning friends, these sullen sighs and deep
No longer breathe me!
Sing, sing
Praise of the royal thing
Death doth bequeath me,
And carve me in my memory to keep!
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Codex Note
The Second Book of Songs
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MLA
Field, Michael. “There is a fair, white relic in my room.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/75/.
Chicago
Field, Michael. “There is a fair, white relic in my room.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/field_m/75/.
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