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No. 11
The Window
No. 11: Marriage Morning
Light, so low upon earth, -
You send a flash to the
sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
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O the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the
wet,
Stiles where we stayed to be kind,
Meadows in which we
met!
Light, so low in the vale,
You flash and lighten
afar;
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his
morning star.
Flash! I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and
wood:
O lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my
blood!
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Heart are you great enough
For a love that never
tires?
O heart are you great enough for love?
I have heard of
thorns and briers.
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the
meadows and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a
million miles!
Over the thorns and briers,
Over the meadows
and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million
miles!
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August 17, 2011
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