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What is the colour of silence?
Here presently co-occupied
Fire and rosary’s concrescence
Or shirt of flame thus belied?
What pattern the fret-saw begets
In knot-stitch broider’d relief
A surf-line that curves as it whets
sharply thrown stones of belief
Common be-cause with time’s passing
Caught in your fawn-liquid glance
Through hours our pow’rs thus amassing
Surprised to joy from this trance