Chords (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
I. Sleep while I sing to thee, Dulcinea,-- How like a shower of moonlight-crusted beams Of textile form compact, whose veins run stars,-- Discovered ...
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;Too long my genius ...
The wind caught in the arms of mills mocks the dramaof minutes floating across the sky. Don Quixote of the ...
So she's here, your unknown Dulcinea, the lady you met on the train,And you really believe she would know you ...
The knight of immortal youth at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart and on July morning ...
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