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Gloire De Dijon

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When she rises in the morning     I linger to watch her;     She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window     And the sunbeams catch her     Glistening white on the shoulders,     While down her sides the mellow     Golden shadow glows as     She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breasts     Sway like full-blown yellow     Gloire de Dijon roses.     She drips herself with water, and her shoulders     Glisten as silver, they crumple up     Like wet and falling roses, and I listen     For the sluicing of their rain-dishevelled petals.     In the window full of sunlight     Concentrates her golden shadow     Fold on fold, until it glows as     Mellow as the glory roses.      ICKING

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