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Slim pointed pickets guard the summer dream, / Glimpsing behind their lichen-scrolléd bars; / Young shapes of white that in ethereal stream / Toss starry incense to the summer stars. / Ranked slender acolytes in harbor lane, / Communion bear to many a churchless breast; / Processional in falling summer rain, / Recessional to gold and Gothic West.
Only a daisy field -- yet one man's care / Enshrines it in immaculate gated reach; / Inviolate flowers veil them mistily there, / Spreading like moonlight to the moonlit beach... / Where the white patens disk the tabled green / Is read the sacred Word of sea and skies; / Chapelled within this occult daisy screen / Is Sacrament for beauty-loving eyes.