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The Frost of Death was on the Pane Protect your flower said He Like sailers fighting with a leak We fought Mortality - --- One passive flower we held to Sea To mountain to the Sun But even on his scarlet shelf To crawl the Frost began --- We pried him back Ourselves we wedged Himself and Her between But easy as a narrow snake He forked his way along - --- Like all her helpless beauty bent And then our wrath began We hunted him to his Ravine |
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We chased Him to his Den We hated Life & hated Death And nowhere was to go Than Sea and continent there is A larger - it is woe - E |
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Not to be reproduced in whole or in part without permission. Transcription and commentary copyright 1998 by Martha Nell Smith, Laura Elyn Lauth, and Lara Vetter, all rights reserved Maintained by Rebecca Mooney <rnmooney@umd.edu> Last updated on January 25, 2008 |
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