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I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while
Sometimes I think God has his day… For being friends. He says: 'Forgive my careless way… No one pretends I’m always kind; but for today
A bunch of lilac and a storm of ha… On the same afternoon! Indeed I k… Here in the South it always happe… That lilac is companioned by the g… I took some hailstones from the wi…
I made a heaven for you filled wit… Each star a song Meant to give happy music to your… Day and night long. But in your workshop you are close…
Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the gard… With red threads binding them and… These shall be her symbols, for sh… Holy in her maidenhood and very fu… Ay, ay, ay, for she is very girlis…
Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robe… Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire…
I cannot be tricked out in lovely… All times, all days. My mind has moods of hating pearl… And jewel-blaze. Nor is the body worthily attired
I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…
Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…
She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,
Most people have a way of making f… That’s very queer. They don’t choose whom they like,… In some way near. The girl beside them on the factor…
I dreamt last night of happy home-… Friends I had loved and had belie… Came happily to visit me and said I was a part of their fair home-co… It’s strange that I should dream…
My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty
When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…
Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…