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1876–1944

VI

Helen Hay Whitney

Pale as a petulant star, She held up her face to his love; Her spirit from his dwelt afar As the sky from the sea is above.

Yet he gazed till her whiteness was rose, Dawn bright with the morning above — As the sea from the sky wakes and glows, So his image was mirrored in love.

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