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Adelaide Proctor - From the Listening category:
Did we not hear / The flutter of its wings, and feel it near / And just within our reach? It was. And yet / We lost it in this daily jar and fret. (Adelaide Proctor)
Adelaide Proctor - From the Patience category:
But still our place is kept, and it will wait, / Ready for us to fill it, soon or late. (Adelaide Proctor)
Adelaide Proctor - From the Possibilities category:
Have we not all, amid life's petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible? (Adelaide Proctor)
Adelaide Proctor - From the Potential category:
No star was ever lost we once have seen; / We always may be what we might have been. (Adelaide Proctor)
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