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THE CITY OF GLASS
The Forest-Ranger's Second Honeymoon
Beside the lake we call “The City of Glass”We watched our red, dear afternoon go past,
Red with Indian-paint and heart's blood hours—
Innocent were all the other flowers.
What rhyme of love or shout of love can sing
Of that deep grass and secret rock and spring?
Of your sun blaze of whiteness and your laughter
My still heart must remember ever after?
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