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Edith Nesbit - A Portrait
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LIKE the sway of the silver birch in the breeze of dawn 
        Is her dainty way; 
Like the gray of a twilight sky or a starlit lawn 
        Are her eyes of gray; 
Like the clouds in their moving white 
        Is her breast`s soft stir; 
And white as the moon and bright 
        Is the soul of her. 


Like murmur of woods in spring ere the leaves be green, 
        Like the voice of a bird 
That sings by a stream that sings through the night unseen, 
        So her voice is heard. 
And the secret her eyes withhold 
        In my soul abides, 
For white as the moon and cold 
        Is the heart she hides.
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