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I  have laid upthe book of EBB sonnets, with nearly complete notes, and all of  the sonnets are to be included, if I live so long.  Many thoughts of love and times of life have intervened, and folks seem to have dropped off the edge of the earth.  Those are folks whose hearts that mean the world to me.  Something moved between.  But some feelings never change; and I hope Au-tin is still loved by his Mamaw.  

   HERE IS ONE FOR THAT LOVE:





"Love Is Not An Orphan."



What Love has done is self-willed.

What was done is to make Love plain.

Love's thoughts will ever live alone:

hoping love and Desire will revive again.



The safest place for love is in itself.

Love won't forget, memory is too dear!

but there is a constant insistence,

that if Desire seems dead, Hope lives,

not fled until Desire is fulfilled.



In Love's face & heart a smile shines.

In love's eyes & voice & frame

there ever reigns, on Memory's throne,

"dreams in amber", ours are the same.



More than friends, love unparalleled,

from fears life uncaged our two hearts,

and so thrilled those souls, none can

condemn what Love does, self-willed.



Surviving is my old, strong, permanent,

undying root and cause of Hope.

I am safe in grief, defended, lonely.

And I always await you.  Come to me.