The Wind’s Song (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
Oh, the wild November wind, How it blew!How the dead leaves rasped and rustled,Soared and sank and buzzed and bustled As they ...
Oh, the wild November wind, How it blew!How the dead leaves rasped and rustled,Soared and sank and buzzed and bustled As they ...
This fields has buried men is browedWith easy gold; day's Midas touchTurns all to richness, only these were ploughedBy poverty ...
Buff pueblo in the easton lava crusted landhung above the river bedsilently of sand:Gauntly crumbled silhouettedust of former agessinking to ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
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