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Find their bridal veils?" "If you and I were ghosts in love We'd climb the cliffs of Mystery, Above the sea of Wails. I'd trim your gray and streaming hair With veils of Fantasy From the tree of Memory. 'Tis there the ghosts that fall in love Find their bridal veils." The Queen of Bubbles [Written for a picture] The Youth speaks:-- "Why do you seek the sun In your bubble-crown ascending? Your chariot will melt to mist. Your crown will have an ending." The Goddess replies:-- "Nay, sun is but a bubble, Earth is a whiff of foam-- To my caves on the coast of Thule Each night I call them home. Thence Faiths blow forth to angels And loves blow forth to men-- They break and turn to nothing And I make them whole again. On the crested waves of chaos I ride them back reborn: New stars I bring at evening For those that burst at morn: My soul is the wind of Thule And evening is the sign-- The sun is but a bubble, A fragile child of mine." The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning [A Poem for Aviators] How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many pansy buds Gathered in the shade, From lily of the valley And dandelion buds, From fiery poppy-buds Are the Wings of the Morning made. The Indian Girl Who Made Them These, the Wings of the Morning, An Indian Maiden wove, Intertwining subtilely Wands from a willow grove Beside the Sangamon-- Rude stream of Dreamland Town. She bound them to my shoulders With fingers golden-brown. The wings were part of me; The willow-wands were hot. Pulses from my heart Healed each bruise and spot Of the morning-glory buds, Beginning to unfold Beneath her burning song of suns untold. The Indian Girl Tells the Hero Where to Go to Get the Laughing Bell "To the farthest star of all, Go, make a moment's raid. To the west--escape the earth Before your pennons fade! West! west! o'ertake the night That flees the morning sun. There's a path between the stars-- A black and silent one. O tremble when you near The smallest star that sings: Only the farthest star Is cool for willow wings. "There's a sky within the west-- There's a sky beyond the skies Where only one star shines-- The Star
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