greeting
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GreetingAuthor(s): Ella YoungSource: Poetry, Vol. 10, No. 3 (Jun., 1917), p. 129Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20571251 .
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FIAMETTA
The south wind trembles through the grass Let it pass. You will not come my way
Any day.
A white star trembles through the mist Purple and amethyst. But Night lets fall Her hooded pall, And I am glad because the white star dies.
No stars surprise Your close-shut eyes.
GREETING
Over the wave-patterned sea-floor, Over the long sun-burnt ridge of the world, I bid the winds seek you. I bid them cry to you
Night and morning A name you loved once; I bid them bring to you
Dreams, and strange imaginings, and sleep. Ella Young
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