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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 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.
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.
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,
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.
I shall carry home some prize,
Like a white-feathered squirrel,
Or a fawn with blue eyes.
The MeasureWinifred Welles
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