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Bring me a pale flower-boy,
White-limbed like a young heifer in a field,
His lips a-quiver with unknown desire....
His soft throat virgin beneath my kiss,
His bosom like a bower of stars.

— Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

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You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert of my youth.

The Book of Love (1917)

Love,—the shining goal
Of every human soul.

That vast, beneficent Eternity
Where all things lovely pass to when they die.

Feminism is a rebellion against the ruthless tyranny of the male, an attempt to dethrone his autocratic rule and revert to a more natural sexual equality.

There is a little place in me
That cries like any child,
To be as forest things are, free,
Lonely, and strange and wild!

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