Saturday's poem on Penny's Poetry Blog:
Song at Parting, by Francis Sherman
[...]
My lids at last, feeling thy faint caress,
Shall open, April, to the wooded sweep
Of Northern hills; and my slow blood shall leap
And surge, for joy and very wantonness
[...] https://gdancesbetty.blogspot.com/2024/04/song-at-parting-francis-sherman.html

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