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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse This very moment while I shake Your hand, my friend, She welcomes you as well as I, And laughs with me because I cried For her People would think me crazy if I told. But something in what you said made me bold To let you meet my bride!"


 * It was not madness. David's eye

Was clear and open-seeing. His life Had seen in his young wife, As mine had seen when Celia died, The secret of God’s being.


 * Celia, perhaps the few

Whom I shall tell of you Will see with me your beauty who are dead, Will hear with me your voice and what it said! Witter Bynner.