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Show THE EMPTIED WORLD. By Edith M. Thomas. I loved you so, no day, no hour I You did not nil! Before the flower You went! You were the bud's pale dream; And in the flower you bloomed supreme. You were all times; and every place Where Beauty was was but your face! I loved you so, your voice I heard If 'twas the carol of a bird, Or waters murmuring afar, Or whispered sweets the evening star Draws forth from all the dreaming world Of folded nest and bee flower furled I loved you so! I love so you, that hours and days No longer are, save as a maze Through which, as through tho auiicl night, I push to find some point of light! Nor differing seasons longer are, Nor bud, nor flower, nor even-star, Nor answering twilight, nor sweet sound Of tide called waters seaward bound. I love you so, that Everywhere Is empty ofl you earth and air And yet though you are all withdrawn And yet though you are dead and gone, I love you so! 1 New York Sun. i ( |