Indian Summer (Edna Jacues Poems)
We've got the summer fallow donethe wheat is in the bin.and now we're waiting for the snow,to come and shut ...
We've got the summer fallow donethe wheat is in the bin.and now we're waiting for the snow,to come and shut ...
Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms.Down he goes slowly, ever so ...
The Rhymes That Our Hearts Can ReadWe are sated of songs that hymn the praiseOf a world beyond our ken;We ...
Trunks the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian,Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, ...
Up to the ceilingAnd down to the floor,Hear him now squealingAnd calling for more.Laughing and shouting,"Away up!" he cries.Who could ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid manyThat loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen Jenney.And ...
I never wished for wings as yesternight, When my imprisoned darling sadly came Before her window, leaned against the frame, ...
Deprive this strange and complex world Of all the charms of art;Deprive it of those sweeter joys Which music doth ...
Only in focus, in centering in him intentional about our time with God able to hear him his message for ...
Do we see God the creator of the heavens the beginning and the end who was before time Do we ...
Was it a starling coming to rest on the front porch light rising from drinking from the gutter above the ...
Coming into the front yard at the sound of a tiny voice thinking she had seen our cats in the ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
WHILE larks, with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's ...
In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid; For her hand young men would ask her, But she always ...
Something's wrong in Pigeon-land; 'Tisn't as it used to be, When the pilgrim, corn in hand, Courted us with laughing ...
Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest, And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour; Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow'r, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
I like for you to be still It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far ...
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are ...
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