• She ’s somewhere in the sunlight strong,
      Her tears are in the falling rain,
    She calls me in the wind’s soft song,
      And with the flowers she comes again.

    Yon bird is but her messenger,
      The moon is but her silver car;
    Yea! sun and moon are sent by her,
      And every wistful waiting star.

  • Somewhere upon the general Earth

    Itself exist Today —

    The Magic passive but extant

    That consecrated me —


    Indifferent Seasons doubtless play

    Where I for right to be —

    Would pay each Atom that I am

    But Immortality —


    Reserving that but just to prove

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