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Baby Bell.
Baby
Bell.
Bearing the holy Dead to heaven.
She touched a bridge of So
light they did not
Of
the celestial asphodels,
They
fell
Then
all
And
thus
like
bend the
dew upon
— those
flowers,
bells
the flowers
the air grew strangely sweet
came dainty Baby
Into this world of ours.
Bell
feet,
