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Bequest to My Daughters


ISSUE:  Spring 1929

Though it grieve you,
This is all that I shall leave you:
White and slender Bouyant bodies,
Which will gender
Love and wonder;
Beauty newer Than leaves under
April’s flashing Silver rainfalls And their splashing.
To the youngest I leave dreaming;
To the strongest
Streams for leaping,
Trees to be like,
Shade for sleeping;
Something singing In the other Like the winging
Panegyric
Of a swallow—
Some deep lyric
Pride of living.
That is all I Shall be giving.

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