And changed silk ribbons for a greener cloth, Some budding-horned and deer-milk-suckled child Some lightness, moving toward you on light feet, Some girl with indolent passion in her face.
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And changed silk ribbons for a greener cloth, Some budding-horned and deer-milk-suckled child Some lightness, moving toward you on light feet, Some girl with indolent passion in her face.