Poem by Henry Van Dyke

To Julia Marlowe

Long had I loved this ”Attic shape,” the brede 
Of marble maidens round this urn divine:
But when your golden voice began to read,
The empty urn was filled with Chian wine.

1. The Wind of Sorrow
2. Christ of Everywhere
3. Edmund Clarence Stedman
4. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
5. Francis Makemie

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