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 Two Letters to a Friend

By Theodore Watts

Letter I.—After the Wedding

as Summer's self who claspt the land—

With eyes like English skies, where seemed to play

Deep azure dreams behind the tender grey—

All light and love, she moved: I see her stand

Beneath that tree; I see the happy band

Of bridesmaids on the lawn where blossoms sway

In light so rare it seems as if the day

Glowed conscious of the future s golden strand.

O Friend, if sun and wind and flowers and birds

In language deeper drawn than human words From