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(Hammill)

Slow in the quiet of the room;
so potent is the smell of her
that you think eternal,
you think she is everything...
but no-one what she is.
Repentance for all you should have
her entrance to raise you from the dead
and you she's really with you,
and you that she'll always stay,
always to forgive you,
always ready to grant you her
but in her own way.
When she comes, be a stranger;
struck dumb, try to protest
as the drum out the danger...
too late, you should have
that the with the skin so white,
like out of Blake or Burne-Jones
always blocked out the
and all you owned.

Still you she's forever,
and tomorrow...
but knows where she is.
you swear that you can win her
and your prayer is that she'll want
- once a saint, now you're a sinner
and your are going to haunt you
when the lady with her skin so
like something out of Allan Poe
holds your so very tight
and you hope that never let go.

targets, easy crosswords, easy life:
these key margins leave you on the knife,
darkly.
In the end it all down to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so to find it,
all you can conceive is the effort to be
even now you need to be
that La Belle Dame is mercy.
The lady with her so white -
you never did quite her name -
now she you in the night
and she'll let go again,
never let go again.