Selected Poems - Aldous Huxley - HEPHERD to yon tall poplars tune your flute Let them pierce keenly subtly shrill The slow blue rumour of the hill Let the grass cry with an anguish of evening gold And the great sky be mute Then hearken how the poplar trees unfold Their buds yet close and gummed and blind In airy leafage of the mind Rustling in silvery whispers the twin-hued scales That fade not nor grow old Poplars and fountains and you cypress s...
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