Of Frost and Fire
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Emily writhed and blushed again. Why couldn't she have seen that herself? Any goose could have seen it.
"Sail onward, ships--white wings, sail on,
Till past the horizon's purple bar
You drift from sight.--In flush of dawn
Sail on, and 'neath the evening star--
Trash--trash--and yet there's a picture in it--
Lap softly, purple waves. I dream,
And dreams are sweet--I'll wake no more--
Ah, but you'll have to wake if you want to accomplish anything. Girl, you've used purple twice in the same poem.
Bab Populer