The Old Water Mill (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
Very familiar September seemed: A flag-pole stood in the yard, And the little path that led from the road Was trampled bare and ...
When June is here--what art have we to sing The whiteness of the lilies midst the green Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash ...
There is a place hung o'er of summer boughsAnd dreamy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps;Where water flows, within whose ...
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