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I was a curve of flame in the air!
I was a coal that scorched the sea!
The spray went up in a steamy cloud,
High and hissing over me,
  And my body slid out of the blue,
  Polished and clean and new.

I shook the bitterness from my eyes,
I laughed that I was alive!
So now I know I can dare to love
As long as I love to dive
  And I am not the one to weep,
  While there are cliffs to leap.

The North American ReviewWinifred Welles


DIANA
I am always carving arrows
Or polishing my bow,
Yet why I care for hunting
I do not seem to know.

For they are long and lonely,
The ways of wood and hill,
And it is wearisome to seek,
And sorrowful to kill,

But I am always hoping,
I shall carry home some prize,
Like a white-feathered squirrel,
Or a fawn with blue eyes.

The MeasureWinifred Welles

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