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T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.

At Refuge

By Lee Timberlake
 
(1921)

AT night
Haunted and scant clad,
I fled my sorrow
Into a garden.
 
Tall lillies        5
Pressed pale cheeks
Against my ravished breast
And shed golden tears.
 
A rose vine
Drew in her thorns        10
To passionately entwine my thighs,
Bedewing my mouth, while
 
Violets broke precious perfume
Across my feet,
And pansies pleaded wisdom,        15
With upturned judicial faces.
 
I was comforted.