Lightning-Bugs (Hattie Howard Poems)
Around my vine-wreathed portico, At evening, there's a perfect glow Of little lights a-flashing-- As if the stellar bodies had From super-heat grown hyper-mad, And ...
Around my vine-wreathed portico, At evening, there's a perfect glow Of little lights a-flashing-- As if the stellar bodies had From super-heat grown hyper-mad, And ...
There are lights a-flashing in the harbour from the ships at anchor where they ride,And a dry wind going through ...
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