Beautiful names

In the New Orleans twilightshe called her boys at playbeyond the wrought-iron fences—"Strawberry, Pleiades, come to supper."Their names like musicupon the gathering sweetness of night,she called and called.Until dusty and hungryand worn they came hometo her love and her supper table.

And so do we hear ournames called with musicalnotes so harmonious weare stirred, thrilled.Why did we tarry so long?

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