Love
Miracle
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
Love came by in bitter need.
Oh, but I was sad!
Love stood by in bitter need,
And I nothing had.
Empty were the hands I held
Silently to Love.
Empty, as my heart of words,
Stared the sky above.
Lo, Love took—and thankfully—
All my wish for true;
Then my hands gave back to me,
Full of kisses too.
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MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Miracle.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/75/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Miracle.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/75/.
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