Nature
XVIII
From The Heptalogia
Nature
Love you call it? Some twitch in the moon's face (observe),
Wet blink of her eyelid, tear dropt about dewfall,
Cheek flushed or obscured--does it make the sky swerve?
Fetch the test, work the question to rags, bring to proof all--
Find what souls want and bodies deserve!
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MLA
Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “XVIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/49/.
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Swinburne, Algernon Charles. “XVIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/swinburne/49/.
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