Parasol, or Britain leaves the E.U.

Judgments crowd the heart

where chastity would dwell in privacy.

She would be magnanimous in isolation,

making no hard choice of the spirit,

but having instead her lake,

her begonia, her tea.

Her footman will dispatch

the stranger at the door,

and shade will beget

no dark fantasy.

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