I've sleeping for a book, - serenely desert, and
I'm, with the sands, in sleep, and in sleep I'm sand
how could anyone be ready for that verse tablet
when sands and maids readily amaze, and on which side
glint my Virginia triggers? the verse or the sands?
do the sands - wait -
160,000 maidens in this desert pour their water-vases into
the sands, saying "Appius Claudius, under your tutelage shine, this
night, only these waters, & their abashed coolness, far beneath earth"
do the sands favor the maidens, or the water far beneath their toes?
were it daytime, would the maidens shine with the sands?
with the sands piled upon my breast, I'll be repeated with each wave
with each long-lulled read through the verse tablet 160,000 maids water
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