Beltenebros At Miraflores (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; The liquid silver broad'ning far Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down ...
I. The quickening East climbs to yon star, That, cradled, rocks herself in morn; The liquid silver broad'ning far Dawn drencheth cliff, holt, down ...
Lush green the grass that grows betweenThe willows of the bottom-land;Verged by the careless water, tall and green,The brown-topped cat-tails ...
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