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EVANESCENCE
Slowly I pass among the blowing flowersCatching my breath at their beauty as I go;Familiar sweetness drifts across the hours,Keen, lovely sweetness intimate as woe.Yet by tomorrow, all the roses blownWill be a sea of crimson on the grass,And the naked trees will shudder at the moanOf glowing winds that wake them as they pass.In such wise love will vanish as the night;Each word of joy that you have sung to meThe years will silence with their dark delightAnd the wild soaring after ecstasyWill be a lyric bird that dares the skyOnly to fall to earth when storms beat by.
The PaganHarold Vinal


SONNET
I have touched hands with peace and loveliness,When the first breath of May crept through the trees;Watched lovely flowers tremble in the breeze—I cannot say I have been comfortless.Often the nights have whispered words to me;With wonder I have watched a new day break,Shaking its veils across a windy lake—The wind that stirred them, brought me ecstasy.
My heart can know no pain while beauty weavesQuaint patterns in the corridors of thought,Patterns of curving cloud and waving leaves;All the indifference that time has wroughtWill softly pass, when I behold afar—The lovely beauty of an evening star.
The Granite MonthlyHarold Vinal

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