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THE stars that open and shut

Fall on my shallow breast

Like stars on a pool.

The soft wind, blowing cool

Laps little crest after crest

Of ripples across my breast.

And dark grass under my feet

Seems to dabble in me

Like grass in a brook.

Oh, and it is sweet

To be all these things, not to be

Any more myself.

For look,

I am weary of myself!