id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
9652	nan	Miscellany of Poetry 1919			.txt	text/plain	21330	2246	97	And, in the womb of Death, I see Joy. I had said 'The spirit of the Earth is white, Her hair was like a summer night, dark and desired of men, Her feet like birds from far away that linger and light in doubt, And her face was like a window where a man's first love looked out. And set two windows in the tower, like the two eyes of a man." Hath a man three eyes, Barbara, a bird three wings, "'There are more wings than the wind knows, or eyes than see the sun, What wall upon what hinges turned stands open like a door? That opened like the eye of God on Paris in the plain. My song, that's bird-like in its kind, Light, like a closing flower, covers to earth her herds, Is it for eyes like yours to watch the sea	./cache/9652.txt	./txt/9652.txt