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DreamyKatherine Hale

Enchantment

I never see a blue jay But I think of her; Never hear that hoarse "dear--dear" From a tree-top stir, And the answering call Far, far away, And the flash of azure-- Oh, she would stay Listening in the forest, Loitering through the silence, Hearing calls and singing All the livelong day!
ContemplativeKatherine Hale

Crimson Pool

Even you, dark pool-- Even you feel death. On your soft brown surface There are deep reflections Of a fiery breath. To the waiting forest Death does not come creeping As it comes to men; It comes shouting, waving banners, Burning out its way with torches, Hanging garlands now and then. All the green walls of your silence Hung with crimson, Even you, dark pool-- Even you feel death. On your soft brown surface

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