Against
My
Will
They
Carried
Me
Along
The
Paths
Of
Hastings Gardens
The
Fauns of the
Red
Dangling ears
Carried me
Yet
Felt
I
Not
Pain
But
Rest
Rest
As
In
A hummock blest
And
Sweet
The
Music
Of
The
Dangling ears
Red
Of the fauns of Hastings Gardens
Made.
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