A Woman of Thirty by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
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page 40 of 85 (47%)
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The little body of La Felice
weary of everything on earth has passed from love to love, till peace and beauty alone have any worth. So still and deep the water lies, so fiery-cool, so yellow-clear; Here beauty sleeps! La Felice cries, I will give myself to beauty here !" The mud is smooth and deep, the weeds beneath her feet are soft and cool, ripples widen and glistening beads of bubble rise on the forest pool. The water reaches to her knee, now to her thigh, now to her breast, till like a child all peacefully does La Felice lie down to rest. She struggles like a fearful bride with ecstasy--then La Felice turns quietly upon her side and over the sunset pool is peace. The Journey Three women walked through the snow Beneath an empty sky, And one was blind, and one was old, |
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