Woken, I lay in the arms of my own warmth and listened
To a storm enjoying its storminess in the winter dark
Likening your poise of being to an upland county,
Here green on purpose, there pure blue for luck.
the occasion as ageless
As the stare of any rose, your presence exactly
So once, so valuable, so very now.
Against a leonine summer- putting first things first:
Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
from W.H. Auden
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The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas ;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
---Marvell
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