Poems by Ada Langworthy Collier

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Pure as an angel's dream shone Paradise.
Soft stealing through the shade, and skirting swift
Wide through her realm she walked, and glad or lorn
To that fair Elf-child other summers came;
And Lilith oft to Paradise returned,
Broideries and ancient stuffs that some queen

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