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1886–1950

CHILDREN

William Rose Benét

Children, we played at games — your laughter still is round me. Children, we called each other's names. I hid — you found me. Children, we went in search of death, and came back often. Children, we prayed with equal breath — no time can soften!

Children, I loved your pretty looks, your eyebrow lifted. Children, we wandered story-books and star-dust sifted. Children, we plucked amazing flowers in a walled garden. Children, we dreamed through healing hours — no time can harden!

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