A Woman of Thirty by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
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page 65 of 85 (76%)
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I took Night Into my arms, Night lay upon my breast. If night had wings She would have brought me Stars for my hair. The stars laughed Lightly From far away. About my shoulders White mist curled. V. PORTRAIT BY ZULOAGA Death lies in wait For those who do not know What they desire, And Hell for those Who fear what they have taken. These hands are wrinkled From stretching forth, Brown From the winds blowing upon them. They are strong with seizing, |
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