On winter nights beside the nursery fire
We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals
Builded its pictures. There before our eyes
We saw the vaulted hall of traceried stone
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She was a rare talent, she was open to so many different themes and topics and she probed them and prowled through them like a sleek magnificent cat, sure of foot and certain of its path. Stunning work
Awesome poem.