Sometimes pipes a chaffinch; loose droops the blue.
Cows flap a slow tail knee-deep in the river,
Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.
Nowhere is she seen; and if I see her nowhere,
Lightning may come, straight rains and tiger sky.
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O the golden sheaf, the rustling treasure-armful
O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced
O the treasure-tresses one another over
Nodding! O the girdle slack about the waist!