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The Queen of Bubbles

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[Written for a picture]         The Youth speaks: -          "Why do you seek the sun          In your bubble-crown ascending?          Your chariot will melt to mist.          Your crown will have an ending."         The Goddess replies: -          "Nay, sun is but a bubble,          Earth is a whiff of foam -          To my caves on the coast of Thule          Each night I call them home.          Thence Faiths blow forth to angels          And loves blow forth to men -          They break and turn to nothing          And I make them whole again.          On the crested waves of chaos          I ride them back reborn:          New stars I bring at evening          For those that burst at morn:          My soul is the wind of Thule          And evening is the sign -          The sun is but a bubble,          A fragile child of mine."

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