The Music Box (Christopher Morley Poems)
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
AT six—long ere the wintry dawn— There sounded through the silent hall To where I lay, with blankets drawn Above ...
THESE are the folios of April, All the library of spring, Missals gilt and rubricated With the frost's illumining.Ruthless, we ...
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