Maulbane (oh dear) Registration Date: 04-04-2009 Date of Birth: Hidden Local Time: 09-16-2024 at 05:48 AM Status: Offline

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Additional Info About Maulbane Location: Aus Maulbane's Signature Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds,— Woke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides, Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir? Was it for this the clay grew tall? —O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth’s sleep at all?