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Hard Prose Of The Middle

Sep 01, 2009

By face and fête and rule,

high nature plays the mask.

Reducing brain to trinket,

thence violence to task.

Swells hard prose in the middle,

from rotten seed and toil.

Then wherefore love? we ask.

Unfirm thy mental coil.

Part of the series: Narcissa