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a Madonna, whose heart held the world. Or they said, 'What a wild, giddy girl!' A MADONNA WHOSE HEART HELD THE WORLD OR THEY SAID WHAT A WILD GIDDY GIRL
d of gorgeous fleets, silken-sailed, and blown by perfumed winds, drifting over those depthless waters and through those spacious skies. I gazed upon the twilight, the inscrutable silence, like a God-fearing discoverer upon a new and vast sea bursting upon him through forest glooms, and in the fervor of whose impassioned gaze, a millenial and poetic world arises, and man need no longer die to be happy. "My companions naturally deserted me, for I had grown wearily grave and abstracted: and, unable to resist the allurements of my spectacles, I was constantly lost in the world, of which those companions were part, yet of which they knew nothing. "I grew cold and hard, almost morose; people seemed to me so blind and unreasonable. They did the wrong thing. They called green, yellow; and black, white. Young men said of a girl, 'What a lovely, simple creature!' I looked, and there was only a glistening wisp of straw, dry and hollow. Or they said, 'What a cold, proud beauty!' I looked, and lo! LM LIKE CORUSCATIONS OF PEARLS I DREAMED OF GORGEOUS FLEETS SILK AND SAILED AND BLOWN BY PERFUMED WINDS DRIFTING OVER THOSE DEPTHLESS WATERS AND THROUGH THOSE SPACIOUS SKIES I GAZED UPON THE TWILIGHT THE INSCRUTABLE SILENCE LIKE A GOD FEARING DISCOVERER UPON A NEW AND VAST SEA BURSTING UPON HIM THROUGH FOREST GLOOMS AND IN THE FERVOR OF WHOSE IMPASSIONED GAZE A MILLENNEAL AND POETIC WORLD ARISES AND MAN NEED NO LONGER DIE TO BE HAPPY MY COMPANIONS NATURALLY DESERTED ME FOR I HAD GROWN WEARILY GRAVE AND ABSTRACTED AND UNABLE TO RESIST THE ALLUREMENTS OF MY SPECTACLES I WAS CONSTANTLY LOST IN THE WORLD OF WHICH THOSE COMPANIONS WERE PART YET OF WHICH THEY KNEW NOTHING I GREW COLD AND HARD ALMOST MOROSE PEOPLE SEEMED TO ME SO BLIND AND UNREASONABLE THEY DID THE WRONG THING THEY CALLED GREEN YELLOW AND BLACK WHITE YOUNG MEN SAID OF A GIRL WHAT A LOVELY SIMPLE CREATURE I LOOKED AND THERE WAS ONLY A GLISTENING WISP OF STRAW DRY AND HOLLOW OR THEY SAID WHAT A COLD PROUD BEAUTY I LOOKED AND LO
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