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1876–1944

XXXIX

Helen Hay Whitney

Heart, here are roses burning with the South — ( “Fairer was her false mouth” ) — Close your tired eyes, the twilight gives you rest — ( “Cool was her snowy breast” ).

Take of the sunshine, nor remember rain — ( “Love is a cruel pain” ) — Hush! you shall sleep forgetting love's alarms — ( “Sleep died in her false arms” ).

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