A Forgotten Broadway Playwright, Zoe AtkinsAlmost Famous, Zoe Atkins...
by Zoe Atkins You are the certain land; I am the shadow that passes Over the sand. You, the unshaken tree; You are the stars that are steadfast, I am the sea. Like a torch I shall die You are the surge of deep music I but cry! Green and silvery in the breeze; And holly-hocks, pink and white and red. . . . Where first he told me about it all. He still can take it, early or late; Except the river that runs to the sea!"
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