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mvaljean525:

Who can tell what magic is?
Or in what covert does she lie?
Under what brown leaves or green
Shines her startled eye?

Though we beat the woods of dream,
Lure and stalk her as we will,
She sits close, she nestles warm,
She eludes us still.

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Magic

Eunice Tietjens  1884-1944

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Graphic – Michael Parkes  (B.1944)