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1837–1913

XXXII.

Joaquin Miller

How still she was! She only knew His love. She saw no life beyond. She loved with love that only lives Outside itself and selfishness,—

A love that glows in its excess; A love that melts pure gold, and gives Thenceforth to all who come to woo No coins but this face stamped thereon,—

Ay, this one image stamped upon Its face, with some dim date long gone.

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