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Life burns us up like fire,
And Song goes up in flame:
The radiant body smoulders
To the ashes whence it came.

Out of things it rises… 45 more words


Love Knocks at the Door

In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart, 93 more words