Listening to Cement, Robert Stivers, Andrew Marvell
published on: 2013-01-16 10:50:33
Two paradises ‘twere in one.
Hurl’d headlong flaming.
How well the skilful Gardener drew, Of flowers and herbs this
Lower Woods, Shibden Hall.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning.