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A precious place is Paradise and none may know its worth, But Eden ever longeth for the knicknacks of the earth. The angels grow quite wistful over worldly things below They hear the hurdy-gurdies in the Candle Makers Row. They listen for the laughter from the antics of the earth They lower pails from heaven's walls to catch the milk-maids mirth.

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Nathalia Crane
Age: 85 †
Born: 1913
Born: August 11
Died: 1998
Died: October 22
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Brooklyn
New York
Nathalia Clara Ruth Crane
May
Worth
Paradise
Eden
Ever
Grow
Catch
Worldly
Things
Hear
Precious
Candle
Pails
Quite
Laughter
Makers
Grows
Angel
Walls
Wistful
Heaven
None
Milk
Antics
Place
Listen
Angels
Maids
Earth
Wall
Lower
Mirth

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In the darkness, who would answer for the color of a rose, Or the vestments of the May moth and the pilgrimage it goes?
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The very serpents bite their tails the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.
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The rose has told In one simplicity That never life Relinquishes a bloom But to bestow An ancient confidence.
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Once a pallid Vestal Doubted truth in blue Listed red in ruin, Harried every hue Barricaded vision, Garbed herself in sighs Ridiculed the birthmarks Of the butterflies.
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The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.
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I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.
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Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.
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The sun shall shine in ages yet to be, The musing moon illumine pastures dim, And afterwards a new nativity For all who slept the dreamless interim.
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The sign work of the Orient it runneth up and down The Talmud stalks from right to left, a rabbi in a gown The Roman rolls from left to right from Maytime unto May But the gods shake up their symbols in an absent-minded way. Their language runs to circles like the language of the eyes, Emphasised by strange dilations with little panting sighs.
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