They fluttered their white wings awhile

Then soared again to paradise,

Leaving a trail of limpid notes

For sacrifice.

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[Pg 36]

The Things Unsaid are the Things that Count!

You told me you had done with love,

You showed me why;

You said it often, just to prove

Inconstancy!

I never heard—

I only marked—the unsaid word.

You told me you had thoughts beyond

My own poor love,

A wider sphere, ambitions fond!

'Fore God above

In rosy bliss

I only felt th' ungiven kiss!

I knew one day that unsaid word would dress

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