Beyond the yews by the road in their dark ground,

beyond nettles, beyond dock, beyond birdfoot asparagus,

beyond balls of burst lettuce, squeezed leeks, slugs of radish,

beyond bramble and briar and feathers of rosebay,

beyond the crazed path, beyond Peace bent with bindweed,

beyond spidered thatch, at the door, as it swings,

two sentinel lilies scented the evening;

beyond all those days. Beyond this.

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