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Life
by:
Nellie Seelye Evans
(????-1929)
How came? How fled?
Viewless, unseen,
As squadrons of ether
That convoy a dream.
Soft came, soft fled,
The chrysalis swings,
Wrecked is its satin whorl
Empty of wings.
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