The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.
Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.
Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.
Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;
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Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed,
Around her countless treasures were spread;
Her chamber walls were richly inlaid
With agate, porphory, onyx and jade;
The tissues that veiled her delicate breast,
Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest;
But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed
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From obscurity come the strangers
Fading away, like old dangers.
Walking the street of flowers
more people pass every hour
A few are pleasantry exchangers.
Near my porch, robin sings
Beautiful music for summer swing!
Red berries in a bowl
Kelly green butterfles, on patrol
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ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,
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Red leaf
with the stars,
falling.
Maroon dusk
crawling.
Twirling last
dance!
Prettier, livelier
than ever
before.
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I open my eyes, a dream wearing thin
Your perfumed breath settled into my skin
I follow your path, to your voice I’m sworn
a grasping hand that’s been struck by your thorn
You plucked me away in twinkling night air
hands swiftly unweaving love undeclared
no root could hold on, no voice would remain
so I myself turn, and drift now away
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From obscurity come the strangers
Fading away, like old dangers.
Walking the street of flowers
more people pass every hour
A few are pleasantry exchangers.
Near my porch, robin sings
Beautiful music for summer swing!
Red berries in a bowl
Kelly green butterfles, on patrol
......
The charming Miss Lola dwelt in the small town, at the edge of Red River,
With only her goose, 'Rouge.' She was named after her spot of wet vigor.
Rouge was the darling of Miss Lola, like precious spring, coming to visit;
And was forever roaming from river to house, like golden stars, in orbit.
Rouge frequented every room, as if aware that it was her dwelling, too;
Like the blue hours of glittering sun, when purple butterflies follow you.
Famished friends came to dinner, and ofttimes elderly neighbor, Franklin;
......
Many a girl dreams of enchanting beauty,
But beauty is not a dream to fulfill.
If your heart and soul are but pure,
All envious eyes will fall ill.
Stand not bewildered my lady,
Your true beauty lies within.
Look around and accept your creation,
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