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THE LADY OF THE CAPE
Beauty in earth and sky and air!
In this thistle-down by the wind's breath whirled
Even as in night's remotest world!
Beauty, beauty everywhere!
In this thistle-down by the wind's breath whirled
Even as in night's remotest world!
Beauty, beauty everywhere!
Beauty in yonder rugged rocks,
And beauty in the weary sea,
And beauty in the burly bee
That hums among the hollyhocks.
And beauty in the weary sea,
And beauty in the burly bee
That hums among the hollyhocks.
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Stern beauty in the kingly storm,
And queenly beauty in the calm!
And beauty in my sweet sea-psalm,
And beauty in thy foam-born form!
And queenly beauty in the calm!
And beauty in my sweet sea-psalm,
And beauty in thy foam-born form!
The violet sunlight on the shoal!
The dark blue where the cloud-shadows fall!
And oh, a beauty over all—
The solemn beauty of thy soul!
The dark blue where the cloud-shadows fall!
And oh, a beauty over all—
The solemn beauty of thy soul!
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