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Poem by Alice Hunt Bartlett
Depths
“No barriers, no masses, however enormous, can withstand the powers of the mind; the remotest corners yield to them; all things succumb, the very heaven itself is laid open.”— Manilius
The sun is o’er the yard-arm and I dip Through iridescent waters of the sea To cool the fever of the noon, to be New-made in crystal depths and softly slip Down the deep tide’s pale green, ’til lip And cheek and shoulder know the ecstasy, Transforming, bodily, this self of me And all life’s present weariness off-strip. So turns the mind to Memory’s retreat Transcendently, recovering at will— . . . I see you in the noon-day sun, my sweet, There in the glancing light, you smiling still, And once again out-reaching hands we meet, Again our cup of happiness we fill!
Alice Hunt Bartlett
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