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Her Guardian
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Her Guardian
Taken solely by torchlight...4-8 seconds.A WOMAN'S VOICE HIS head within my bosom lay,
But yet his spirit slipped not through:
I only felt the burning clay
That withered for the cooling dew. It was but pity when I spoke
And called him to my heart for rest,
And half a mother’s love that woke
Feeling his head upon my breast: And half the lion’s tenderness
To shield her cubs from hurt or death,
Which, when the serried hunters press,
Makes terrible her wounded breath. But when the lips I breathed upon
Asked for such love as equals claim—
I looked where all the stars were gone
Burned in the day’s immortal flame. “Come thou like yon great dawn to me
From darkness vanquished, battles done:
Flame unto flame shall flow and be
Within thy heart and mine as one. George William (A.E.) Russell
Shirley D. Cross-Taylor |
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Beverly A. Wright |
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I am very impressed with your torchlight
lighting it's so perfect! This is a
great image and he seems to be strong
about her yet there is a softness to him
I like haw she's very aware of him and
seems to feel safe. Wonderful image
Shirley!
December 28, 2007
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Beverly A. Wright |
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I forgot to comment on the poem that I love.
December 28, 2007
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- Shirley D. Cross-Taylor
Contact Shirley D. Cross-Taylor
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Beverly, thank you so very much for all of your wonderful comments on my photos!:) Shirley
December 28, 2007
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