20 At my feet the blushing nakedness

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At my feet the blushing nakedness

 

of the unnested bird.  And I marvel how

 

the delicate blue veins of a princess

 

marble her limp neck, obedient now.

 

 

 

Like attentive gallants, quickly

 

the sparking flies gather, and thickly

 

sue the virginal flesh with kissings,

 

making green capes of their wings.