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All the earth a hush of white, White with moonlight all the skies; Wonder of a winter night-- And . . . your eyes. Hues no palette dares to claim Where the spoils of sunken ships Leap to light in singing flame-- And . . . your lips. Darkness as the shadows creep Where the embers sigh to rest; Silence of a world asleep-- And . . . your breast. -Amelia Josephine Burr, 1916 |