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To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

Secret

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

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Drawing the boundary…

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To a Tune

by Philip Bourke Marston

O wild, sweet tune, of which my soul is fain, 
Through the loud sound of sea and tempest heard. 
Like the low moan of a wind-driven bird, — 
O sad, sweet tune! O passionate, wild strain! 
Full of past joy, dead hope, and present pain, — 
Once more I catch thee, and my heart is stirr'd. 
Stung sharply by that one great, simple word, 
Gone as a dream that shall not come again. 

Once more I see my lady's warm, flushed face; 
See her deep amorous eyes, and swept back hair; 
Yea, hear the tender sobbing of her breath. 
O tune, made sad with all sweet things that were! 
O tune, keep back, or quite restore those days. 
That, past, crown life, or break our wills for death! 

Secret

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I shall make a song like your hair…
Gold-woven with shadows green-tinged,
And I shall play with my song
As my fingers might play with your hair.
Deep in my heart
I shall play with my song of you,
Gently….
I shall laugh
At its sensitive lustre…
I shall wrap my song in a blanket,
Blue like your eyes are blue
With tiny shots of silver.
I shall wrap it caressingly,
Tenderly….
I shall sing a lullaby
To the song I have made
Of your hair and eyes…
And you will never know
That deep in my heart
I shelter a song of you
Secretly….

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