Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The Slaves Of Martinique Comments

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BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier

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