When all my five and country senses see,
The fingers will forget green thumbs and mark
How, through the halfmoon's vegetable eye,
Husk of young stars and handfull zodiac,
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I've always loved this poem ever since i first read it 30 years ago. I think it says more about love than the words used and in a way that conjures up all the clarity and confusion of love in a visual hurricane of images.
My one and noble heart has witnesses In all love's countries, that will grope awake Great poem.