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33686	Cawein, Madison Julius	Accolon of Gaul, with Other Poems			.txt	text/plain	27462	2394	94	With blown gold curls thro' drifts of wild-thorn flowers; And gray rude eyes, and hair which hath the scent With haughty wicked eyes and lovely face The eyes of hunted wild things burn with rage,-Said: "And didst love me as thy lips have spake But woe for sweet love's death such dreams brought out. With those five kings thou wot'st of, dearest love, Wistful on feverish brow thro' long deep curls! Rest thou; I love thee, how,--I only know: Like as great ghosts of giant kings long dead. Who knows, thro' deepening eyes and drowsy breath, With oaths, like roses, raving mad with love. As hearts of suns burn, in thine eyes and hair, Like polished silver thro' pale leaves that danced. Of love, sweet intercourse of eyes and brows, Thou hast the wildness of a Dryad's eyes, Beneath;--like a star that a cloud of night	./cache/33686.txt	./txt/33686.txt