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THE POET'S MISTRESS SINGS:

My love is not as other lovers are—

He comes to me from planets more remote;
The voice of distant worlds is in his throat,
His eyes have caught the light of some strange star.

Such gifts he brings as queens in vain desire,
Proud queens, for all their crowns of carven gold,
Their silken robes, in lustrous fold on fold,
For all their gems that flame like frozen fire.

Their hearts cry vainly for the gifts he brings-
Wild, winged songs that soar and flash and fall,
Dark, splendid songs, and beautiful and small
Sweet songs that softly to my heart he sings.

For through the circling worlds he takes his flight,
Seeking rare songs, that I, his love, may be
Clothed in the subtle splendor of the sea,
Crowned with the ancient glory of the night.

Genevieve J. Williams, 1911