There is a princess in the South
About whose beauty rumors hum
Like honey-bees about the mouth
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To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-side
In raptest ecstasy, or sundered wide
By seas that bear no message to or fro
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The world is turned ag'in' me,
And people says, 'They guess
That nothin' else is in me
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O in the depths of midnight
What fancies haunt the brain!
When even the sigh of the sleeper
Sounds like a sob of pain.
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Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter town!
Jabber und jump till der day gone down--
Jabber und sphlutter und sphlit hees jaws--
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A strange life--strangely passed!
We may not read the soul
When God has folded up the scroll
In death at last.
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I
He called her in from me and shut the door.
And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--
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Back from a two-years' sentence!
And though it had been ten,
You think, I were scarred no deeper
In the eyes of my fellow-men.
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As a harvester, at dusk,
Faring down some woody trail
Leading homeward through the musk
Of may-apple and pawpaw,
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Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,
With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,
And open, honest, fresh, fair face and eyes
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