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4556	Seiffert, Marjorie Allen	A Woman of Thirty			.txt	text/plain	9393	1205	97	Filling night so gently, that it dreams Float like a corpse with living, tortured eyes. I walk the bridge of hours from dawn till night Shall I be old and grave and grey? The covers close like window shades Five harsh, black birds in shining bronze come crying The night wind made a mournful sound. Or garnet red, like old Port wine. The souls who, loving beauty, gave you birth, With a chain of passion binding beauty to earth, With more beauty and passion than it can hold, Is like sunlight shining in a quiet place, You shall feel my love like soft light Like souls before God's wrath, the thirsty night, And like a memory are the wind-swept chords of night, There comes a note like the echoing cry Her feet moved on like heart-beats, All night long the black leaves, one by one, And night stared at me like a fool,	./cache/4556.txt	./txt/4556.txt