wings upon an Eden lost

I have never seen her clear

Nor known from what deep shade she slips,

Yet I have felt her sudden wings

Brush against my lips.

(Eunice Tietjens)

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There is no text to carve upon this stone,

Only the two dates and the single name

Whose syllabes like music shake the breast

In piercing flash upon an Eden lost.

(Clara Shanafelt)