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Why was I born so late? I am longing
To say three things: The lake is a mirror for flower bonnets And preening wings. Plum bloom scatters like snow, I tell you, Like snow, like snow. . . . Why have they said so over and over Long ago? Robbed of beauty and meaning the phrases That say what's true; Oh, I love you! Your eyes are the color Of Heaven's blue. __May Willams Ward. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
page 46
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)
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