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[Three Virgins at the Break of day
"Whither, Young Man, hither away ? del.]
"Alas for wo! alas for wo!
They cry & tears for ever flow 5
3 The one was cloth'd in...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? —
Then crouch within the door —
Red — is the Fire's common tint —
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame's conditions,
It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unanointed Blaze.
Least Village has its...
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There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air,
Filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady in white.
<Publ. 1872>
This was in the White of the Year —
That — was in the Green —
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen —
Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be — before —
Retrospection is Prospect's half,
Sometimes, almost more.
White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
February Hour —