Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл)
From Citron-Bower
From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe, carve the feet from myrtle-wood. Let the palings of her bed be quince and box-wood overlaid with the scented bark of yew. That all the wood in blossoming, may calm her heart and cool her blood, for losing of her maidenhood.
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