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BUBBLE.
Bright Bubble! Child, thou art no more
Nor ever canst be less,
In dew and sunshine dress
And touched with glint of golden ore.
Dance on
And laugh and love and dream
Adown the stream
As woman babes in Babylon
In early gloom and gleam—
Till dawn is gone,
Rejoice, dear things that may;
I am too old to play.
Nor ever canst be less,
In dew and sunshine dress
And touched with glint of golden ore.
Dance on
And laugh and love and dream
Adown the stream
As woman babes in Babylon
In early gloom and gleam—
Till dawn is gone,
Rejoice, dear things that may;
I am too old to play.
Bright Bubble! Maiden child,
No shadows fall on thee
Save to relent and flee,
And leave thee yet all undefiled.
No thorn
Or cruel fear
Hides in the blossom near,
To darken thy young morn
With venomed doubt, or spear
Of bitter scorn.
Rejoice, sweet hearts that can;
Leave thought to man.
No shadows fall on thee
Save to relent and flee,
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No thorn
Or cruel fear
Hides in the blossom near,
To darken thy young morn
With venomed doubt, or spear
Of bitter scorn.
Rejoice, sweet hearts that can;
Leave thought to man.
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