The Miracle and Other Poems by Virna Sheard
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page 63 of 81 (77%)
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The joy of life and the spring's ecstasy,
The dreams that have been and the dreams that will be. DON CUPID Oh! little pink and white god of love, With your tender smiling mouth, And eyes as blue as the blue above, Afar in the sunny south. No army e'er laid so many low Or wounded so many hearts, No mighty gunner e'er wrought such woe As you with your feathered darts. HEAVEN Not with the haloed saints would Heaven be For such as I; Who have not reached to their serenity So sweet and high. Not with the martyrs washed by holy flame Could I find place, |
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