Crying cranes and wheeling crows...
I'll remember them, " she said;
And I will be your own, God knows,
And the sin be on my head.
I will be your own and glad;
Lovers would be fools to care
How a thing is good or bad,
When the sky is everywhere...
"I will be your own, " she said,
"Because your voice is like the rain,
And your kiss is wine and bread
Better than my father's grain."
So I took her where she spoke,
Breasts of snow and burning mouth...
Crying cranes and drifting smoke
And the blackbirds wheeling south.
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