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I was a curve of flame in the air! I was a coal that scorched the sea!The spray went up in a steamy cloud, High and hissing over me,  And my body slid out of the blue,  Polished and clean and new.
I shook the bitterness from my eyes, I laughed that I was alive!So now I know I can dare to love As long as I love to dive  And I am not the one to weep,  While there are cliffs to leap.
The North American ReviewWinifred Welles


DIANA
I am always carving arrows Or polishing my bow,Yet why I care for hunting I do not seem to know.
For they are long and lonely, The ways of wood and hill,And it is wearisome to seek, And sorrowful to kill,
But I am always hoping, I shall carry home some prize,Like a white-feathered squirrel, Or a fawn with blue eyes.
The MeasureWinifred Welles

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