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Sweet and enticing As women's souls, Lace-foamed. O billow, Thy surging rolls. Bluster and dart, Tangle my heart In swiftness and lure of thy singing.

Fierce in the mountains, Soft as a sigh, Drab shores of the city Thou ripplest by. Bear thou away The mire and the clay, With burden and plague of their clinging.

I kneel and thou givest Baptism's dower; Grief now I master, Strong with thy power. Yonder I fare To solitude's lair, To the land of my phantasy's bringing. “Anguish and Hope” (1913).

Spake my heart unto my will: Why rackest thou me, that I ne'er am still? Why snappest my growth? And my leafage wrest? Why marrest the song in each topmost nest?