CAA (April 24,1960 / Castile y Leon, Salamanca)

Baptism

By these starry dreams in which all the
night winds do compass,
Toward the rolling sills of woven cliffs
that tremble at winter's Mass,
I climb, do I climb, upon these hills
to kiss that winded breath of dreams;
And though not touched,
but these hands that stray they do commend,
To love each more,
yet leave each less not
blessed in fountain streams.

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