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The Vision
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Vision

In a fair place
Of whin and grass,
I heard feet pass
Where no one was.

I saw a face
Bloom like a flower--
Nay, as the rainbow-shower
Of a tempestuous hour.

It was not man, or woman:
It was not human:
But, beautiful and wild,
Terribly undefiled,
I knew an unborn child.

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Good short poem, Herbert. Liked 'dew first scraped together by tiny feet of two Rockhampton bugs'. Thank you.