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THE SECRET.

THE SECRET. 554.7 "But you have grown so grave and sweet"- His questioning eyes I could not meet. A rose and its bud within his hand I gently laid. Did he understand? …

IN THE ATELIER.

IN THE ATELIER. 511.4 I thought that love was such a little thing! That one might keep it always at his side, Scabbarded like a sword, at peace to bide Its need in times of dearth and clamoring. I had it there, but unremembering I put…