I heard the stars screaming tonight--
Above the racket and the hum of
the moon and the waves.
They stare like eyes but scream in alto agony.
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
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