Measured out in books and
Evenings and petticoats and sabers is her
Life of love and charity. The
Angel of Atlanta and an oracle of
Nameless precious things lost
In the wind that swept away
Everything on soil blooded.
Her. It's her. Bearer of
Antebellum joie de vivre: her heart a
Mirror of the broken grace which
Inhabited the South: Dixie-
Land was culture and music and
Tomorrows drowned with
Opportunity. It faded like stars under
Northern Sun.
When she spoke he fell
In
Love. He quoted
Kings and Bards and she
Evocated her own words.
She was very nearly perfect.