My cup held light and rapid shadows,
Drinking, I became whole.
Beneath this deep grey sky sleep all my love and sorrow,
I ask no deathless soul.
Flashlike, as in the blue
Of summernight,
White blossoms sway on boughs
In moonlit light.-
So gleams my cup.
A cup that shivers, being overfull –
Would that it burst, that I be lost in sleep.
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