The Lady to the Unicorn
Come, white unicorn, to my gentle hands. See palms
Rona Murray
Finis
No crumbs even, that winter, no crumbs
The Outcast
Dark eyes unscrutable, used to look upon
The Young Girls and Lovely
The young girls and lovely gather blossoms in April,
Twin-Natured Eve
Dark Eve, born of Gemini, before
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