the golden ghost who ringed with his streams her mercury bone,
Who under the lids of her windows hoisted his golden luggage,
For a man sleeps where fire leapt down and she learns through his arm
That other sun, the jealous coursing of the unrivalled blood.. indeed a very fine poem. tony
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the golden ghost who ringed with his streams her mercury bone, Who under the lids of her windows hoisted his golden luggage, For a man sleeps where fire leapt down and she learns through his arm That other sun, the jealous coursing of the unrivalled blood.. indeed a very fine poem. tony