She is Well Versed, Abundant and Blessed
by Sara Teasdale
She speaks in tones the stars would keep,
Soft syllables of hidden seas,
Her laughter wakes the buds from sleep,
And scatters warmth through autumn trees.
The world is richer for her gaze,
Where light bends close to kiss her face.
Each step she takes is spun with praise,
And lilies bloom to scent...
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