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SONGS OF THE SOUL

VANISHING BUBBLES

Many unknown bubbles float and flow,
Many ripples dance by me
And melt away in sea.
I like to know, ah, whence they come or whither
   go—

The rain drops and dies,
My thoughts play wild and vanish quick,
The red clouds melt in skies;
I stake my purse or slave all life their motive
   still to seek.

Some friends, though not their love,
Some dearest thoughts I ne’er would lose, I said,
And last night’s surest stars, seen just above,-—
All, all are fled.

The crowds of lilies, the linnet,
Perfumed blossoms, honey-mad bees,
Did meet on yonder bowered trees;
Now the lonesome field alone is left.

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