Up on the Sun is where I’ve been,

 Golden flames before my eyes,

 Deafened a year to earthen screams,

 The blinding end to my sullen sky.

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Wrought in the heat of her scorching flame

Fire Opel thoughts I honed

My early mystery quicksilvered there,

Sun of my flesh, my heart, my bones.

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Fallen to Earth, to the grey, grey ground,

How can I touch the Sun again?

I wait in vain for a vanished sound,

The thumping heart on the London train.

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Diamond-loved an age ago

My lines are parched, their meaning run

 But I deny and curse what others say is so

 And think ourselves again up on the Sun.