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 DORA SIGERSON

He made you all fair,

You in purple and gold, You in silver and green, Till no eye that has seen Without love can behold.

��I have left you behind

In the path of the past, With the white breath of flowers, With the best of God's hours,

I have left you at last.

��MARGARET LOUISA WOODS

865 Genius Loci

PEACE, Shepherd, peace 1 What boots it singing on ? Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died,

And all the train that loved the stream-bright side Of the poetic mount with him are gone Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron,

In unexplored realms of night to hide.

The clouds that strew their shadows far and wide Are all of Heaven that visits Helicon. Yet here, where never muse or god did haunt,

Still may some nameless power of Nature stray, Pleased with the reedy stream's continual chant

And purple pomp of these broad fields in May. The shepherds meet him where he herds the kine, And careless pass him by whose is the gift divine.

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