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A
POEM
THAT
ELEANOR
SENT
AMORY
SEVERAL
YEARS
LATER
"
Here
,
Earth-born
,
over
the
lilt
of
the
water
,
Lisping
its
music
and
bearing
a
burden
of
light
,
Bosoming
day
as
a
laughing
and
radiant
daughter
...
Here
we
may
whisper
unheard
,
unafraid
of
the
night
.
Walking
alone
...
was
it
splendor
,
or
what
,
we
were
bound
with
,
Deep
in
the
time
when
summer
lets
down
her
hair
?
Shadows
we
loved
and
the
patterns
they
covered
the
ground
with
Tapestries
,
mystical
,
faint
in
the
breathless
air
.
That
was
the
day
...
