Excerpt from Poetry of to-Day, Vol. 2: The Poetry Review New Verse Supplement; November-December, 1920
So bright, so shining and so cruelly sweet, Soft as in life, so perfumed, so complete, Robbed of no subtle charm it used to wear. Death dulls the eye and all the rosy hue Of... pulsing blood is 'servient to his hand, I did not know, I did not understand That these twain heads would not be dulled too.
They were too innocent to cherish sin, Born twin souls in love's womb and fashioned there For pride and laughter, never meant to weep.
How still their faces are, their hands - how thin, Like living tendrils clings their tumbled hair.
Hide them, they look like children fast asleep. Doris westwood.
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