Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Till, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes!
Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see
That brave vibration each way free;
O how that glittering taketh
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by Camille GuthrieA stretched frieze
poured hill to hill
to a milked horizon
The fetish rubs close
is graspable, laps
at the taffy-pulling rack
She acquiesces to divine rights
This poultice will heave
many ...