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1837–1913

XII.

Joaquin Miller

How proud she was! How darkly fair! How full of faith, of love, of strength! Her calm, proud eyes! Her great hair's length,— Her long, strong, tumbled, careless hair,

Half curled and knotted anywhere, From brow to breast, from cheek to chin, For love to trip and tangle in!

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