Once once--
We were pure.
Sat small on a boundary stone
With many dear old women.
We were a gazing-up at the sky,
A little wind in the wind
In front of a churchyard where the dead have no weight.
Looked at a helf-dismembered gate,
Bumble-bee hummed through the hawthorn tree,
A nightful of crickets grew vast to the ear.
A girl was winding a daisy chain
And we felt our death, felt a sweet pain,
Our eyes turned utterly blue--
We were on earth and within God's heart.
Sexless our voices broke into song,
Our bodies were pure and right.
Sleep carried us through a passage all green--
We rested on love, a holy weft,
Our time was outside us, shifting and long.
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