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Lighthearted I walked into the valley wood
In the time of hyacinths,
Till beauty like a scented cloth
Cast over, stifled me. I was bound
Motionless and faint of breath
By loveliness that is her own eunuch.

Now pass I to the final river
Ignominiously, in a sack, without sound,
As any peeping Turk to the Bosphorus.

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This poem is in the public domain.

Author


T. E. Hulme

T. E. Hulme, one of the founders of the imagist movement, was born on September 16, 1883, in Endon, England. He was killed in action during World War I on September 28, 1917.

Date Published: 1912-01-01

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