Part 2 — "LOVE, I MARVEL WHAT YOU ARE"
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Love, I marvel what you are! Heaven in a pearl of dew, Lilies hearted with a star— All are you.
Spring along your forehead shines And the summer blooms your breast. Graces of autumnal vines Round you rest.
Birds about a limpid rose Making song and light of wing While the warm wind sunny blows,— So you sing.
Darling, if the little dust, That I know is merely I, Have availed to win your trust, Let me die.
Trumbull Stickney [1874-1904]