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Day after day, my voyage ends,
the words die out on the tongue,
and the time come to take
shelter in a silent obscurity.

Your hands--they are strangely fair
O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches

Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters
Cass was the most beautiful girlin town
1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fiery body with eyesto go with it
Cass was fluid moving fire

LY, dame Nature made you in some dream Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair,
Or Berengaria as she rose, her lips Yet ruddy from the poison that anoints Her memory still, the queen of queenly wives

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast-World, you are beautifully
The wonderful air is over me,

Oh,
Marcia,
I want your long blonde beautyto be taught in high school,so kids will learn that Godlives like music in the skinand sounds like a sunshine harpsicord
I want high school report cards to look like this:

O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain
America
America
God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea...

What gives it power makes it change its
At each extreme, and lean its rising
Down low, first one and then the other way;
In which exchange humility and

My dove, my beautiful one,
Arise, arise
The night-dew lies Upon my lips and eyes
The odorous winds are weaving A music of sighs:

How beautiful the Earth is
To thee–how full of Happiness;
How little fraught with real
Or shadowy phantoms of distress;

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear,
Your head like the golden-rod,
And we will go sailing away from
To the beautiful Land of Nod

IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear,
He then, all pale with shame and fear, Quencheth his light,
Hides his dark brow, flies from thy sight, And grows more dim, Compared to thee, than stars to him
If t...