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Two Sonnets
IIYou were the Queen of evening, and the skiesWere soft above you, knowing you were fair,With Sunset's dewy gold about your hair,And Twilight in the stillness of your eyes.
You did not know your dear divinity,And, childlike, all unconscious that you walkedIn a high, mystic space, you smiled and talked,And stooped to pluck a rose and give it me.
As at the gate of Heaven an angel-childMight wonder at an outcast's pleading gaze,An outcast kneeling at the golden bars,And say: "Come be my playmate, here the daysAre longer and the ways outside are wild,And you shall play with suns and silver stars."
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