Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper Poems

Yes the Gypsy told me
At the edge of the darkening town:
Leave your tears a minute
Lay aside your frown
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Are we pent
Vision less through
The heart beats;
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Having spent my passion freely
On great things and small

Loved practically a time or two
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If a mind! ! !

What mind? ? ?
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Some goodbyes may be said
In the heart and alone
Long before the final hour
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There is an opposite
Of love
That is unlove
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And then I heard the rapturous
calling of a God's name

I grew rapt and stilled
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That I am!
Covered with clutching thoughts that cling

I will have no truck to their wildness
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I dust my cloth
Across the glass
I cannot see her
But she's there
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PLINK-PLINK-PLINK

Fumble fingers is
Direct, always
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