Description

Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice older book in good condition. Pages in good condition. Some tanning and marking due to age. No notes or highlighting. Best copy of this book I have seen. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> I was walking in the orange-wood Beneath those bright lamps burning there That fire which is their hedge for ever As they hang at a ladder’s height In the air: Whose fruit with its own flame calls to you Dancing too high for any arm to reach; When all these soft throats sang together. I know now their meaning As wind shakes the rain from them Each one breathing out its scented rind; And where they grow in clusters Out of the fire heart I can tell each metamorphosis And the icy water prisoned there Behind that fickle throat of fire. One upon another Will you ripen in a steady rhythm Timed to the rain-tides and warm floods of sun Each one of you hidden in fire (LL)