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MURMUR IN THE GRASS by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL

First Line: O PALE-LIPPED BLOSSOM
O PALE-LIPPED blossom
Why do you sigh? "
For the many million
Times I must die
Ere I be as that glory
Up in the sky."


Your sisters with beauty
Are satisfied.
Is it not envy
Dreams of such pride?
No, there is nothing
To life denied.


It would be unjust,
Unjust, if we
Could dream of a beauty
We might not be.
Life is becoming
All we see.




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