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WAITING
The long
Bleached paths are strewn
With poplar-leaves, the wind
Stirs the dead lavender, but no
One comes.


NIEGE
White lace
Hides her white breast
As mist may hide the sweet
Love-moon of May—or the cold moon
Of snow.


ESTHER
"And if I perish, I perish"

Her ear
A monstrous pearl
Adorned, and rubies clasped
Her throat—Ahasuerus, or
King Death?


MIDSUMMER EVE
Among
Cool breathing fern
And mint the rain would hide
Her long locks sleek with wind, her wet
Grey eyes.

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