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312 pages, Hardcover
First published March 29, 1894
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away.
...I have seen some other girls
Restless and ill at ease, but years went by
And they grew like their neighbours and were glad
In minding children, working at the churn,
And gossiping of weddings and of wakes;
For life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
She is not a fitting wife for any man.
Would that the world were mine to give it you,
And not its quiet hearths alone, but even
All that bewilderment of light and freedom.
If you would have it.
Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,
But joy is wisdom, Time an endless song.
I kiss you and the world begins to fade.
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away.