Part 1 — FROM LIFE
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Her thoughts are like a flock of butterflies. She has a merry love of little things, And a bright flutter of speech, whereto she brings A threefold eloquence—voice, hands and eyes. Yet under all a subtle silence lies As a bird's heart is hidden by its wings; And you shall search through many wanderings The fairyland of her realities.
She hides herself behind a busy brain— A woman, with a child's laugh in her blood; A maid, wearing the shadow of motherhood— Wise with the quiet memory of old pain, As the soft glamor of remembered rain Hallows the gladness of a sunlit wood.
Brian Hooker [1880-