She rises, always, late or early
And the greenest day will envy her for beauty
For what her strength has seen, her eyes do not yet know;
And ribaldry and innocence flash, in equal measures,
Across the sun-swept verdance that is her mind
Other People's Feelings
She rises, always, late or early
And the greenest day will envy her for beauty
For what her strength has seen, her eyes do not yet know;
And ribaldry and innocence flash, in equal measures,
Across the sun-swept verdance that is her mind
Really cool poem