Text 1 01 There, in the pasture greenery, Sun mottling Nature's breast, It was the summer wind's song That filled me with its…

          Text 1
01     There, in the pasture greenery,
         Sun mottling Nature's breast,
         It was the summer wind's song
         That filled me with its crest.
05     Emotion running rampant--
         Rivers to the sea--
         I could not even fathom the flood of you and me.

         But take me in your arms again
         And do not talk of time.
10     Let flesh rub flesh to parchment--
         Pale flowers crushed--
         And grind more mortar for my soul's room . . .
         Paint mirrors for my mind.

(Michela Curtis: www.poetry.com)


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The words: its (in line 4), even (in line 7) and rampant (in line 5), are used in the text as: